I looked at that hill and village over there so many times when I was a kid during summer vacation. Anxious of the future, of my future. Kind of knowing already that it would be quite different from my cousins, his/her friends and others.
I’d be proud and yelling if I knew then what’s going on for me now.
From our bed and breakfast a couple miles away from that first picture. One of the rare hour of sun I had while in France. That was nice.