Uzès, Day 4
Another quiet, slow day, but a success on the jet lag front. I may not have fallen asleep until 2 AM, but I was up by 9 AM and have yet to succumb to the dreaded afternoon nap, which gives me hope that tonight will be a completely ordinary full night’s rest.
Once again, I took the morning to find a bakery and pick up a baguette. I had to range further than before because the usual place I’d been visiting was closed, but the place I found had far better bread, so it was a net win. Because this town sees so much weekend tourism, a lot of local businesses are closed on Mondays. It looks like tomorrow, things pick back up again.
Another trip to a grocery store was a bit of an adventure due to the heavy rain and our inability to read detailed product labels. My father-in-law desired a clothing detergent sans enzymes, which proved very difficult to find. We spent at least 15 minutes reading labels, until I finally Googled the issue and found a recommended product.
Speaking of searching for difficult things, I have sought in vain a place that serves croque madames, my favorite French meal, but it seems that such a sandwich is a regional thing not available here in Uzès. Instead, I had a tartine, which was basically an open-faced sandwich covered in greens, thin-sliced ham and cheese, and a heavy layer of tapenade. Me, eating an olive-based product is practically a sign of the end times, but to be honest, I loved it. Another confirmed kill in the war on my childishly limited palette! Something about traveling helps me get over a lot of my food hangups and enjoy whatever is put in front of me. Even Sarah’s fish soup, which smelled AWFUL, tasted good (not that I would want to eat the whole thing).
We spent part of the day planning the rest of the week, and we have a series of day trips planned around the region. Tomorrow, we will go to a replica cave to see cave paintings by Neandertals. It looks like a lovely experience, although I must admit I’m disappointed I don’t get to see genuine articles. Later in the week, we’ll be headed to Nimes to take in several Roman ruins — I can’t express in words how excited I am for that. I took Latin in high school for two years and those classes were as much about Roman history as they were the language. I’m no expert, but I never really thought I’d get to see genuine Roman ruins. My life is far more awesome than I ever expected back in 1994.
For years, I’ve had a certain type of dream. In it, I am following the usual route home in whatever town I’m currently living in, and instead of going left at some junction, I go right, and I find myself in some entirely new location, strange, unfamiliar, and thrilling. Being in Uzès is like living that dream every day. I spend part of each day ambling down the many narrow streets and alleys of the town. Each trip, I discover nestled avenues lined with quirky shops and art galleries. I don’t know what that dream says about my psychology except that it probably confirms my status as a neophile. In life, I constantly seek novel experiences and places. I have a bit of wanderlust that I suppress in order to keep a job and take care of my family, but if I could do anything I wanted, regardless of finances, I think I would travel nonstop. Give me a small laptop and a couple changes of clothes and I would be happy wandering to and fro.
For those of you asking for pictures, I’m sorry–I’m not taking nearly as many pictures as I expected; the photos don’t really convey how I feel about the place. My photography skills are more rusty than I expected, of perhaps it is the iPhone I am using rather than my standard SLR. But I’m enjoying simply being here and experiencing it, though, and I am taking enough pictures to remember the experience decades from now.
Other than my quiet walks and spending times with the family, I’ve been reading. I finished Wendy Wagner’s An Oath of Dogs last night, and quite enjoyed it. I really look forward to seeing what she writes next. Meanwhile, I’m about to crack open a collection of Roger Aickman stories next. I have never read anything by the author, but the description of his work I came across made me think that I would very much enjoy his work. Having time to read something other than the internet for work is quite the blessing, and I aim not not waste it. It’s been wonderful not feeling like I *must* spend time at the computer every day. An hour or so to check on the status of my sites, run updates, and then write these posts. How wonderful! I do wonder if I might be able to make a vacation like this happen every year, even if it’s not overseas, but a disconnection from the internet annually could be quite good for me. We’ll see!
No fiction writing as of yet. I have half-formed ideas and thoughts, but nothing is begging me to write it. So many half-starts in the past year, but nothing speaks to me lately. I have relied for years on raw enthusiasm to carry me through the work of writing, and that enthusiasm has been missing. My career has been going so well, and I wish I could find my joy for it again. I hope I do soon. I’m hoping for this trip to help me with so many thing simply by giving me the space and time to think about them without worrying about work. But enough about that. It’s time to read and relax once more.
Tune in tomorrow for details about the cave painting museum! I can’t wait!