Today has been a great day. It is brilliantly sunny, hot as ever, and the sky is deep blue; everyone is outside. Walking from the archives to the internet cafe this afternoon, I saw swarms of European and American tourists, occasional woman with grocery bags returning home from one of the many bustling markets in Aix, old men playing games in the park, families with babies picnicing, and a young couple practicing driving a new motorbike. I saw people walking dogs, rollarskating, searching desperately for shade; the town was completely alive.
And it felt great! After a rocky start to the week, I found success at the archives, having grown comfortable with the system and friendly with the people who work there, and peace at the hostel (since everybody, eventually, departs). I stop at a market near the hostel to buy peaches and apples, bread in town, and have my lunch when I get hungry. The other night I spread out on the expansive lawn in front of the Vasarely Foundation and ate an entire boule blanche and all of the fromage chevre I bought earlier, staring out between bites at the mountains to the south and the darkening sky. I breakfast with Mont St. Victoire, Cézanne’s frequent subject, and fall asleep in the sweet Provençal breeze.
And so, life is good.