Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Fetching Water

While at home in France, we are privileged to access crystalline spring water to drink from the fountain in our street. The fountain is actually an old lavoir where the women on our street took their laundry to wash.  The slightly sloped edges of the pool were used to rub away stains and the dirty water was washed away in the stream that passes in front of our balcony.

Fortunately, there is no longer any laundry being done at the fountain and the water, tested yearly, is as clean as potable as bottled Evian.

Every few days, we make the short trip up the slope to the fountain across our tiny street and collect water.

The spirit lifts drinking it.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Merveilleux, chin chin! RB