A series of essays.....
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| DANCING IN NICE, FRANCE ALONG THE BEACH AND THE PROMENADE DES ANGLAIS | 
.....as seen through my eyes!
By: Jacqueline E. Hughes
Hand in hand lovers, for the moment, swirl and sway to 
the rhythm and beat. An ancient voice sits beside the DJ who spins the sounds of 
melodies composed in another era in time. The crooner attempts to keep up with 
the music as his cigarette dangles, precariously, from his weathered lips. The 
beat changes. The dancers switch partners. Heads shift from one side to another 
until the women's eyes rest, demurely, on their new partner. The men hold the 
women with respect as their bodies begin to adjust to the new rhythms of both 
the music and the new person within their arms.  Life's dance continues to ebb 
and flow just like the sea that continually swallows the etched, gray stones a 
few yards away.....then, predictably, recedes into the blackness of the Bay. 
Their recently shined dancing shoes adapt to the changes and slowly, each new 
couple transforms into silent lovers, for a few moments in time. Witnesses to 
this ancient ritual line the shadowed Promenade above the dancers, delighted by 
the spectacle below. Charged by the music and the constant swell of the sea, 
their feet tap unconsciously; their bodies miming the motions of the dancers. 
With slight body movements, they suggest emotions without words. Using only 
gestures, expression, and movement, they align with the couples down below them; 
absorbing the rituals of motion and life, heartbeats blend together along the 
large expanse of the Promenade. Individuals blend seamlessly with those around 
them as the dance of life repeats itself night after night.....
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| THE PROMENADE IN NICE | 
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| MEMORIALS TO THE INNOCENT | 
I have become smitten by this magical place.
Lined with palm trees, as well as its iconic blue beach 
chairs, perfect for people watching, the Promenade des Anglais sweeps along the 
coastline, stretching from the Nice Airport Côte d'Azur to the Quai des 
États-Unis on the east side. Just last year, France submitted the famous pathway 
for Unesco World Heritage status.
La Prom, as it is affectionately called by the locals, 
is nearly four and a half miles of 'life' itself. A Mecca for bicyclists, baby 
strollers, families strolling along together on a Sunday afternoon, this pathway 
features cabanas perfect for a slow, uncomplicated time along the Mediterranean 
and the deep reflective thoughts enhanced by the azure water of the Bay of 
Angels.
By the end of the day, 14 July, 2016, eighty-six innocent souls would be lost forever along the Promenade. Bastille 
Day. A time of joy and celebration for the people of France. Equivalent to our 
Fourth of July. A time of Pomp-and-Circumstance. Filled with ceremony, fuss, and 
fireworks.....
With a heavy heart, my soul sings the 'Weary 
Blues.'
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| ARLES ARENA (AMPHITHEATER) | 
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| WITHIN THE ARLES AMPHITHEATER | 
Have you ever been lost in Arles? 
Not lost in the sense that all is abandoned and there's 
no hope of surviving. Rather, lost in the folds of history that tend to envelope 
European spaces so completely, so profoundly, it pulls at your very soul. 
Emotionally captivated by the simple beauty that surrounds you such as narrow, 
cobbled streets and the profusion of flowers, potted and sprayed along iron 
balconies and the ancient stones of buildings and walls like colorful silken 
skirts protecting the secrets beneath.....you can't help but notice several 
large elephants in the room. 
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| STAGE OF THE ROMAN THEATER | 
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| ROMAN THEATER SEATING | 
The Roman Amphitheater (The Arena) was built at the end 
of the first century AD and could hold 21,000 spectators who came to witness 
fights and games. Built a century before the amphitheater, the Roman Theater is 
its imposing neighbor. Looted for centuries for its building materials, today it 
is once again being utilized as the magnificent theater it was meant to be. 
Sitting on the ancient stone slabs that have seated millions of others just like 
me, emotions in the form of awe and wonderment took over and for a short span of 
time, it was easy to lose my sense of 'self' and become a small, silent figure 
lost in space and time.
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| PORTION OF FRIEZE FROM ROMAN THEATER | 
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| CASCADING BEAUTY | 
....Arles is one of the capital cities of Provence of 
the Bouches-du-Rhône department in the south of France.
The Celebration of Friendships
"To thine own self be true," quote from William 
Shakespeare's "Hamlet Act 1" that describes the importance of not deceiving 
yourself or others by ignoring what your heart tells you. When a person is true 
to himself, it's easier to be true to everyone else.
Traveling to France this past September was a true 
homecoming of old friendships and deep emotion. We knew that going in and planned most of our trip around this idea.
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| DINNER WITH NADINE AT RESTAURANT SOUS LES MICOCOULIERS | 
Nadine Fourré, a renowned French artist/sculptor, 
utilizes the 'Art of Balance' in all of her many works she proudly displays, not 
only in her hometown of Eygalieres, France, but galleries and Expos throughout 
Provence. She believes that everything begins feet under the water and 
incorporates her precious river finds of stone and driftwood into her 
manifestations of balance.  
While living in Japan for over twenty years and studying 
architectural design in Tokyo, she immersed herself in the art of "less is more" 
and gladly became a student of the stone gardens of Zen temples. Through a 
mutual friend, I met Nadine on Facebook many years ago and we became fast 
friends. I've written a lengthy piece about her artwork on my blog, 'Moving 
On...' and have always hoped to meet her in person one day.
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| OLIVE GROVE EYGALIERES, FRANCE | 
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| VINEYARD NEAR EYGALIERES | 
Staying in Eygalieres, tucked in among the Alpilles 
Mountain chain and close to the banks of the Durance, the first night of our 
trip afforded me the opportunity to spend time with Nadine and get to know her 
better.
What joy in my heart! My excitement was beyond palatable 
like the delightful local organic Rosé we all sipped together and the petite,
homegrown organic tomatoes still on the vine we nibbled on before going out to 
dinner under the stars. Ahh, the more wine we consumed, the more my emotions 
hung on my sleeve to be seen and felt by all who saw me.
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| CONVERSATION BEHIND NADINE'S STONE COTTAGE | 
A perfect evening among new friends that will be 
cherished and, hopefully, repeated as the years go by. Thank you, Nadine, for 
showing us how beautiful and kind your world is. I promise to keep this feeling 
within me forever.....
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| LE VERGER | 
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| BREAKFAST | 
Next stop.....Le Verger, a charming Bed & Breakfast 
in the Luberon area of Provence that is owned and personally operated by our 
friends, Daniele and Jean-Philippe Rossi. I have often written about this 
magical place we were so kindly introduced to seven years ago. These amazing 
people have become more like family to us than we could have ever imagined upon 
that first meeting.
Having slipped through the 'surly bonds' of jet lag the 
night before and survived, we were looking forward to spending two nights at Le 
Verger seeped in informative and friendly conversation, the surrounding beauty 
of the Vaucluse, and copious amounts of Daniele's delicious croissants and 
homemade jams and jellies. We were not disappointed.
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| FRIENDSHIP | 
Daniele met us, arms wide and welcoming, as soon as we 
pulled in. With many tears of joy and delight shed by all of us, we felt as 
though we'd arrived back home.
The first evening there, we were told that we were 
having a home cooked dinner with yet another couple who had become friends of 
Daniele and Jean-Philippe around ten years ago when they assisted in helping to 
pick olives in the orchard at Le Verger. Anne, originally from London, married 
Jean-Claude, a Frenchman, and lived and raised their children in France. With 
Anne speaking excellent French, as well as English, Daniele reasoned that we 
would enjoy hearing English spoken and that Anne would have a chance to use her 
native language once again.
Our conversation leaned heavily towards American 
politics as they were, naturally, interested in our personal reactions to one of 
the most unprecedented Presidential elections in the history of the United 
States. On the other hand, we learned about French politics, as well, and were 
intrigued by the frank openness and general diversity of the four French 
citizens we listened to. At this point, Dan and I knew we had been welcomed into 
the fold with open arms.
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| OBLIGATORY SELFIE WITH DANIELE & JEAN-PHILIPPE | 
Our two days swiftly flew by when we found ourselves 
saying good-bye once again. Vowing it would not be another seven years before we 
meet again and extending our open invitation for them to see us in Orlando, we 
waved a bientôt to two of the most giving, patient, and loving people we 
know. 
The roller coaster of emotions within that two day 
period was, in itself, amazing, exhilarating, and exhausting as time rolled on. 
I can remember wiping away my tears for many miles down the roads of the French 
countryside as we made our way to Arles for the night.....
David..David..David!
What can I say? We have been friends with David for so 
long now that the many years in between our last visit together gently slid by 
all of us. There was so much life, love, and happiness sandwiched neatly between 
then and now that it seems ridiculously wonderful to know that we didn't lose 
out or miss something along the way. And, I liberally give kudos to Facebook for 
helping to make this happen.
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| DAVID ~ HAPPY FACES ~ OPEN HEARTS | 
Dan and I believed in the beginning that we'd have 
enough time during this trip to slide down to Barcelona, Spain, explore the 
exotic wonders of Gaudi architecture including the Sagrada Familia, the 
intricate Basilica that is one of Gaudi's greatest works, and visit David and 
Ray for a day or two. Eventually, we realized we just could not stretch our time 
in order to make this work out.
Fortunately, David came up with a feasible plan and 
asked if the four of us could meet in the small French resort town of Collioure 
north of the French and Spanish border and have dinner together. We would be 
coming down after a three night stay in Pieusse, a small village just south of 
Carcassonne where we had celebrated our wedding anniversary. 
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| COLLIOURE HARBOR | 
As time transpired, we found a room for the night in 
Collioure with the anticipation of driving all the way back to Nice the 
following day. David surprised us by booking a room at La Bona Casa, as well. 
Finally, Dan and I were going to get to meet Ray and see David again after all 
this time. David and Ray were married in Spain and will soon celebrate their 
fourth wedding anniversary. 
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| CARCASSONNE, FRANCE | 
Ray McCall, you wily one. You slipped by us once again 
due to your work schedule. Now we must wait to see that handsome face of 
yours in person either in Florida or when we are fortunate to be able to visit 
Barcelona in the future.
Sipping wine along the beach front in Collioure with 
David and Dan, I realized the unexpected paths our life can take. Would I have thought that we'd be spending time with Mr. Ackley in France, wine glass 
in hand, with the beauty of this resort town behind us and the Mediterranean Sea 
stretched out so richly before us? 
The slight drizzle motivated us to seek out a place for 
dinner and we found a perfect spot outside and only a block away from our hotel. 
By then the rain had subsided and we ordered more wine and beer and ample food 
that turned out to be quite delicious. At one point, we were laughing very 
boisterously and with good cheer and that night, before going to bed, I realized 
I'd lost one of my favorite earrings. Even the next day when we retraced our 
steps and couldn't find the earring, I knew I could not let it bother me after having enjoyed such a wonderful time.
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| DAVID IN FRONT OF OUR HOTEL | 
Enjoying our coffee and croissants the next morning was 
bittersweet for all of us. David would soon be driving back south, picking-up 
his two adorable dogs and bringing them back to his flat with Ray returning from 
his trip in a few days time. We had a much longer day in the car as we, 
reluctantly, packed the rental car and headed to the beautiful city of Nice for 
our last evening in France.
We miss you, David. We miss the laughter and excellent 
wine. We miss the political discussions with the three of us knowing how to keep 
America as great as it always has been. But, most of all, we miss you. Until we 
are blessed to see you again....much love and peace.
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| WINE EQUALS ~ JOY | 
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| JAMBON ET FROMAGE AVEC BAGUETTE ~ LOVE | 
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