Le Temps retrouvé
May 10, 2012
In Aix- en -Provence, the view from the flat in Rue Mérindol, shows a sleepy quiet lost in time square. Only at lunch time is it transformed into a bustly but organised outside eaterie. The fountain is a central feature here. The Romans developed the system of thermal waters issuing from springs into a cures and treatment centre. Fountains and water basins reflect this sense of history in a decorative form throughout the town.
In Place Albertas, an elegant tazza fountain, quite discrete . . . .
. . . and a portico that conveys grandeur and charm too.
Nearby, a more modest frame but equally gorgeous in subtlety and tone.
In Cours Mirabeau, a series of water basins cool the air in this busy thoroughfare . . . . the mossy surface adds to the effect and the sense of the ‘old’.
The street culminates with the impressive La Rotonde . . . . difficult to access as it is the centre of a large roundabout but just opposite, is something contemporary and ‘people scale’.
And why not use a handy fountain to cool some bottles of rosé . . . .
. . . up out of town in Célony, there’s nothing to disturb thoughts while wandering around the old almond trees. Thoughts of taking the experiences of life and transforming them in our own way.
He could say no more because he was overcome with tears. Night had fallen. I had dropped my tools. I couldn’t have cared less about my hammer, my bolt, thirst or death. There was one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms and rocked him gently. I said to him: “ The flower you love is in no danger. I shall draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I shall draw you a fence to put around your flower. I will . . . ”
I did not know what to say to him. I felt very awkward. I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him. The land of tears is so mysterious. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry The Little Prince