The narrow street widened into a wide thoroughfare to my delight; I was now able to gaze upon a delightful scene. A radiant yellow window decorated with blue wooden panes set against red bouquets of flowers adorning window sills, contrasted brilliantly with the sandstone coloured archaic wall and blue tinged cobble stone street. I stood admiring this most beautiful facade resplendent with such simple yet beautifully blended colours. Looking about in childlike wonder I thought “What would it have been like to have lived so long ago in a town such as this?”. My thoughts deep in reverie, a gentle smile slowly crept across my face as I pondered one of my favourite characters; D’Artagnan from The Three Musketeers, walking down a street such as this in his swashbuckling style, an air of bravado, the hallmark of a proud and fiery young Gascon in the prime of his life.
The main road skirting the periphery of the town meandered suddenly into a narrow street. Turning down an ancient cobblestone pathway, my eyes widened in wonder as I gazed upon a delightful scene, a moment in time that plunged me back into an era centuries ago. An archaic building with a crumbling facade of earthly hues commanded my attention. The golden sandstone with its decaying wooden shutters and doorways, contrasted brilliantly with the blue tinged cobble stone street displaying a mosaic of classical beauty. I stood admiring this most beautiful facade resplendent with such simple, beautifully blended colours. A pang of nostalgia gripped my heart for a life that I had merely glimpsed from stories bequeathed from past generations and cherished conversations with elderly townsfolk only too eager to relate their experiences of joy mixed with suffering and sorrow. The buildings were merely an extension of the human experience I thought to myself. This crumbling facade merely reflected the fortitude of the human spirit during times of adversity; it’s ability to endure all things and still manifest something of beauty.
My feet felt the smooth contours of pebbles beneath my feet as I wandered around the many secluded pathways meandering throughout the medieval town. Looking downwards I smiled at the myriad of rainbow earthen coloured stones that glistened in the afternoon sun. I paused and wondered in awe and silence, reminiscing of a time long ago when the “Clip Clop” of horses hooves mingled with the sounds of farm animals and townsfolk bartering their wares around a myriad of merchant stalls. Glancing around, I noticed a beautiful sand stone facade with vibrant blue doorway and shutters, blending wonderfully with the pebble stone road. A simple cast iron lantern hung above the doorway, framed by a stoic arch. I paused and admired the elegance and classical beauty of this doorway. It was merely a door, yet somehow its timeless beauty struck a chord within my heart, yearning for an era where beauty manifested itself in simplicity.
Crossing the busy road, I walked briefly up a narrow path before suddenly turning right. The transition was amazing to behold. An archaic cobblestone street opened up into a beautiful square. Ornate buildings from the Renaissance period, complete with antiquated wooden iron gilded doors plunged me into a bygone era centuries ago, that I deeply yearned for. A beautiful fountain caught my attention. Moving slowly towards it, oblivious to the sounds around me I gazed at the depiction of “The Baptism of Christ by St. John the Baptist”. The solemnity and reverence in the statues’ expressions struck a chord in my heart. For long moments I gazed upon the figure of Christ, He whom I loved most and reflected on the most beautiful manifestation of sacrifice and pure love. Eventually I turned away and was greeted by a most beautiful facade. The cobblestone street gave way paying homage to a large archaic wooden door magnificently framed by multiple roman arches. The facade stretched superbly heavenwards, simplistically but elegantly ordained.
Passing through the magnificent roman archway commanding the main gate of this fortified town, I looked in astonishment at the large stone and cobblestones lining the ramparts. I stood for long moments in reverie before walking along the narrow meandering road skirting the walled medieval city. An amazing mosaic of trade shops and taverns ringed the town connected by a myriad of streets and hidden pathways; each was adorned with beautifully painted doors and window sills, vibrant flowers in earthen pots and elaborately designed wooden doors and cast iron ornaments. I reminisced of a time long ago, when the sounds of horses footsteps mingled with the clamouring of blacksmiths, traders and merchants selling their wares as townsfolk rejoiced at the sound of minstrels. I stopped by a staircase, nestled by a stone wall and door. An archaic crumbling stone facade made of pebbles and stones formed a beautiful mosaic of earthy hues and colours. It was if every stone had a unique story to tell, of an era long ago about a picturesque and beautiful and proud French town perched high upon on a hill.
Waking long the narrow street meandering path, I was pleasantly surprised as it suddenly opened up into a wide thoroughfare. To my delight, a delightful scene unfolded before my very eyes. A radiant yellow window decorated with blue wooden panes set against red bouquets of flowers adorning window sills, contrasted brilliantly with the sandstone coloured archaic wall and blue tinged cobble stone street. I stood admiring this most elegant facade, resplendent with such simple yet beautifully blended colours. Looking about in childlike wonder I thought “What would it have been like to have lived so long ago in a town such as this?. My thoughts deep in reverie, I imagined time long past, where the sound of horses hooves plodding along the cobblestones mingled with the clamour of shop keepers bartering their wares, and peasants going about their daily chores, as travelling musicians enchanted their audiences with stories and tunes to soothe the soul.
The narrow village paths, lined with colourful restaurants and intricate bouquets adorning the decaying medieval walls, straddled the river meandering through the centre of this picturesque town nestled at the footsteps of the Alps. The surrounding landscape, comprising a ring of forested mountains and complemented by a crystal clear lake embraced this medieval paradise. This archaic town, lined with cobblestone streets, ramparts, archaic castles and cathedrals from the medieval and renaissance periods was truly fascinating to behold. Exotic buildings and streets with colourful facades, magnificent cathedrals and richly decorated buildings connected by secret passageways plunges one literally into the tales and story books of ones childhood. I stood in a silent reverie as flamboyant characters such as Molière and D’Artagnan suddenly come to life.