Follow my Footsteps …

… on my last morning walk through the town of Saintes.

Walking past the old Charité hospital for the poor, hurrying down Rue des Jacobins, hoping no revolutionaries will dash from the allies, demanding to see my tricolor … 
… approaching Cathédrale Saint-Pierre, where I turn left toward the river,
crossing la Charente over a small foot bridge to the right bank.
From there, I can look back toward the hospital, crowning the hill above the Old Town center.
I soon reach a tunnel connecting the tow path with the Nature Preserve beyond. The tunnel is beautifully graffiti-ed all around …
… as you can see here.
The vast expense of wetlands, which spreads before your eyes as you exit the confines of the tunnel are filled with birdsong and bright sunshine.
This large protected area, practically in the city, is called La Palu. It is located very close to the public gardens of Saintes, where we’ll be heading next.
On the way to the gardens I encounter a river cruiser, with it’s hunched over captain, speeding by Saint-Pierre and elegant river-side mansions.
The public gardens are a funky mix of formal and …
… quirky. I expected this un-named Roman Goddess to fall over backwards at any moment.
… and I hoped for this peacock to move out of the shadows, so that I could take a halfway decent picture. Never happened, he insisted to remain hidden, despite the lure of a very attractive …
… peahen close to my side of the fence.
She really was beautiful. I loved the way her feathers drape so richly –
her feet might be a smidgen large, though, for classic beauty standards. 
Moving on, my eye caught a bright pink, solitary blossom right next to a waste basket.
Beauty personified
Leaving the Jardin Public to cross back to the left bank toward home, I came across a different, unexpected sight …
The Pianist with the Brown Shoes
Under the harsh shadow of Germanicus’ Arch a professional shoot is happening. A new CD? A commercial? We’ll never know, but I shall always remember the beautifully painted spinet and it’s shyly smiling musician under the ancient stones.
All that remains is a jog along the Charente river, then up into the hills of quartier St. Vivienne, past the Roman Thermae (which reminds me, I still have to post about the Roman Baths and another one about the graffiti, I discovered behind the hospital) and the cemetery, back home, where a croissant awaits.

Thanks for jogging along with me!

3 thoughts on “Follow my Footsteps …

  1. Bin im Geiste mitgejoggt! (ohne selber laufen zu müssen, sehr angenehm :-).
    Wieder ein phantastischer Bericht mit tollen Bildern!!!
    Ihr müsst sehr früh unterwegs gewesen sein. Kein Mensch weit und breit zu sehen – nur
    der Captain in his beautiful colored boat (awesome reflection!) und der Pianist in brown shoes.
    Crazy and weird.
    Thanks for sharing!

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