Thank goodness the French have come to their senses.
Terrorism may grip Iraq, Syria and Yemen. Climate change is forcing Texans to build arks. And we’ll likely all be roasting by July. But in the shadows and on the open sidewalks of Aix-en-Provence, couples once again are locked in those ever-lasting embraces. The ones frozen in space and time. Those affirmations of passion from the heart for all to see.
I’ve witnessed these moments of amour at dusk and in full daylight. Among the young and those looking for a lasting (if not a last) love. I’ve seen them applied with dramatic flair and earnest effort.
Yes. The kiss: It’s back.
Last year, when we lived here in Aix, I had my fears for this country I so enjoy. It’s true, the French were eating fewer croissants and baguettes. The quality of bread was in decline, several bakers told me. Express signs had cropped up in restaurant lunchtime windows, a sure sign that the slow lane of two-hour Provence lunches might soon be on life support. The new Monoprix in Aix featured rows of snack food and frozen pizza. And while the bridges of Paris were weighted down with locks expressing eternal love, just where was the public proof?
L’amour had hide — no hidden — if simply not died. Even France’s president couldn’t get things right, arriving at his girlfriend’s side on a putt-putt motorcycle. But please.
Now spring is in the air. And love. And long lingering kisses, for all to see (and perhaps capture on a YouTube video?). Sure signs, no doubt, that the world has not yet gone off its axis.
Alas (sigh) my love is 3,000 miles away tonight. I guess tomorrow I’ll have to settle for a walk down la rue.