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.
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.