“In our village folks say god crumbles up the old moon into stars.”
The full moon in Aquarius tonight underscores that we are each distinctive stars sharing our radiance with the world. France exemplifies this in its own unique way. It is a country of individualists, and as a nation attracts like-minded, independent people who choose to call its roughly 212,659 sq. miles home. The region I live in, originally called Midi-Pyrenees, but now Occitanie, has attracted iconoclasts and free spirits for centuries. Here is a sampling of some of the stars I’ve had the pleasure to meet over the summer.
Shining like the sun in Valence-sur-Baïse.
Relaxing in Moissac.
Enjoying the view with a tuba in Pau.
Dramatizing the Middle Ages in Condom.
Picking cherries in Ayzieu.
Watching the world go by in Aigues Mortes.
Resting in St. Cirque Lapopie.
Sipping rosé in Barbotan-les-Thermes.
Ducking the rain in Lourdes.
Heading home after sampling Armagnac in Eauze.
Knitting and kneading at the bakery in Nérac.
Appreciating the view in Vianne.
Racing to the finish line in Monlezun.
Buying ice cream in Biarritz.
Contemplating a dog’s life at the Med.
Learning to line dance in the Camargue.
Hoping for a sale at the vide-grenier, flea market in Baeumarchés.
Early morning napping at the Café de France.
Going on pilgrimage to St. Jacques de Compostelle.