Thursday, February 13, 2014
Each day provides its own gifts.
Blue skies and sunshine. Bob and Sophie sunbathe on a table in the garden. The rule about climbing on furniture conveniently forgotten.
The old school teacher arrives at the gate. Beret and blue, firmly buttoned up, house coat. A long retired representative of a different age. '' Bonjour M'Ongoose. I'm sorry to bother you" . He's written a pamphlet about a Polish author - a one time winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature - who's work is now deeply unfashionable. Would I be interested in buying one of the pamphlets ? ( He's had a thousand printed). '' I was just passing and I know ten euros is a lot of money and I know it's not a subject that would interest everyone but the language is so beautiful and I fear that his work will disappear and there again perhaps my French will be too complicated for a foreigner to understand ". I take three copies. Enough to show genuine interest without being effusive.
Sophie has two attitudes to visitors. The 'don't dare bother me now' attitude and the 'you can adore me' attitude. The latter is displayed. The old teacher looks at her and laughs. She's happy. He's delighted. He talks away to her as if they're life long friends.That ability the really old have to live in the joy of the moment and be quite unselfconscious. What memories has she awakened in him ?
The unexpected, smile inducing richness of village life in deepest, deepest France profonde.