I HAVE BEEN taking photos of doors and cobbled streets. There are so many beautiful doors, and the cobbled streets have lovely patterns. Sometimes people leave the door to these houses with apartments within, open, and you discover that nothing is ever the same on the other side. There were all sorts of patios gardens behind these doors with stone staircases and winding pathways.
The sun moved in between clouds as I wandered the outer walkways that mirrored these inner cobbled pathways. And, in this wandering up and down, spiralling round and round, a soft enchantment blew over my Western wearied mind, and I thought; there is magic here.
Last night we went to a bar where lots of walkways meet in the old town of Vejer. We sat outside playing back gammon with different characters who have made Vejer their home. I settled into the evening rhythm, life meandering around me, snippets of conversation unfurling into the night. The warmth of humanity. A sane pace of life; refreshing, still, another world. Nothing needing to be done. Everything to be enjoyed.
We ate chips, chatted about everything and nothing, sipped at drinks, won and lost the gammon and on the way back to the patio apartment my sister rents, we passed a stream of cats lacing across one of the streets. And then we were home, and I was quickly asleep.
This morning I sat outside a cafe with my sister and we ate toast with olive oil and tomato. I went for a wander to get lost and found, in the winding cobbled streets that thread their way through the different quarters of this ancient frontier town, piled high with white medieval buildings, and beautiful cobbled streets.
Seeing the beauty
It isn’t hard to find the beauty here in Vejer. I shall fill myself up with it to bring home next week. But for now here are my joy dots of this ever so beautiful place.
Joy dots
Plazas
Mosaic
White buildings
Winding walkways
Warm air
Gentle breezes
Swaying palm throngs
Birds soaring
Beautiful doors
Patio apartment
Courtyards
Human chatter
Slowing down
Roof terrace
Back gammon
Talking about nothing in particular
Tomato on toast
I took lots of pictures but my camera has behaved strangely – I need to learn how to use it – but here are a few images from today. If anyone knows why they came out looking like this, I’d be so grateful if you would let me know in the comments.
And here are two that I took with my ipad – they look normal.
In a weeks time I will be home and posting recipes again along with Ayurveda. Sundays post will be more about this beautiful historic town, and Wednesday will be my journey back. I wonder where you have found the beauty today, or what your joy dots were. I’d love to know. Perhaps you will tell me in the comments.
Till Sunday,
Lucy x
Ahh, those days spent wandering getting lost and found, peeping into the lives behind half opened doors…
Beautifully evocative writing Lucy 💕
Just beautiful and so evocative of distant European summers 😍 My moments of beauty today were: a blue sky on a crisp cool winter day, collecting pine cones in the park for the fire, kitty cat snuggled in my lap, a long chat with an old friend over cups of tea, and now I can add, reading your blog