Monday, August 14, 2017

Dreaming of France -- Scenery During a Morning Run

Ooops. Sorry I'm running late. I'm on vacation in Florida and totally forgot about posting Dreaming of France today.

Thank you for joining this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo in France? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even just a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it.

One thing that I continue, no matter where in the world I am, is running. So here are a couple of shots that I took on my first run in France this spring. 


In Columbus where I live, the scenery doesn't change very much. It's pretty flat and I pass other runners and walkers with their dogs, but in the village Mireval, not far from Montpelier, I had a view of a ridge of mountains. Not a common sight for me. 

 

And the mountains got higher as I got closer. Plus look at that old stone wall. I wonder who built it and how long ago. 


In the distance was a village, and the spire of the local church stood above everything else.


And some of the houses had lovely roses in bloom. 
Thanks for joining me as I dream of France. On Thursday I have a book review going up and a chance to win a copy of That Spring in Paris by Ciji Ware. I hope you'll come back. 



3 comments:

Suzie Tullett said...

Lovely photos, Paulita. As for the running, I can't run for a bus let alone over hill and dale x

Anonymous said...

I'm also from the Midwest and know what you mean. I have to pinch myself every time I set out and see mountains to the north and mountains to the south. So beautiful. And the beach not far away. A little of everything.
Right now, my run is interrupted every time I see some ripe figs and/or wild blackberries along the road or path. Nothing like stuffing one's face during exercise.

Paulita said...

Suzie, A walk is probably better for enjoying the scenery anyway.
Francetaste, Yum. What fun to forage as you run.

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