another beautiful day in vendée, my chap took me to ripaud pépinière‘s giant nursery a.k.a. his old running track. it’s not just a running track, it’s where he spent his days running and sending me hand-written letters and hand-picked dried flowers years ago during our few-month separation while i was living in indonesia, mostly being miserable.
painfully romantic! so it wasn’t just a visit to visually beautiful scenes, to me it was a ritual. i was saying thank you to everyone and everything there for looking after some part of me when i couldn’t.
p.s. this is the second post from my 3 weeks in france.