I See a Beautiful Light

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me. A store window with knives draws my attention, I approach and discover a tiny store housing a craftsman who makes knives by hand. I tell myself that this man must have the most peaceful life there is. As I reach the church of St. Amé, I see the terraced gardens on my right and I think that it will be a good way to have a nice view of the city.</p><p id="5949">Once at the top, I walk among the vegetable gardens, flowers, and sculptures overlooking the city. I breathe the mountain air and stop for long minutes, savoring this pleasant moment that is offered to me. After a little while, I go back down by taking the direction of my car. I have about forty-five minutes left before my appointment with the owners of the rental, about ten kilometers away.</p><p id="09b8">At the bend of a small street, a smiling old man calls out to me as I am about to change the sidewalk. I answer him with a smile, and here’s what he says to me, word for word:</p><blockquote id="18ee"><p>“You know why I’m looking at you? Because I see a beautiful light.”</p></blockquote><p id="d7a2">Totally surprised by this unreal remark and not knowing what the old man wants to t

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ell me, I answer him with a second friendly smile and turn my heels to continue on my way.</p><p id="fc5d">Here is a very strange encounter! I replay the sentence over and over again, trying to understand its meaning. I’m not dreaming, it just happened. I let out a small laugh. The week of vacation that awaits me in my little mountain chalet already promises to be unforgettable.</p><p id="b5b2"><i>This strange encounter was in a way the starting point of my stay in the Vosges, last September. I have no idea if you would like me to tell you about another day of this trip.</i></p><div id="76f9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-world-of-fairy-tales-bbcb90426fd5"> <div> <div> <h2>A World of Fairy Tales</h2> <div><h3>Three lakes, and a wild encounter</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*AM7NzQuZAUIujEP_qvW12A.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

There are strange encounters that I would like to have every day, like the one I’m going to tell you about now

I park my car just a few steps away from the Tourist Office, and after getting some precious information from a very friendly agent, I sneak into one of the small streets of Plombières-Les-Bains, a charming spa town located in the Vosges department.

Nicknamed the “city of a thousand balconies” because of the many beautiful wooden and wrought-iron balconies on most of the building facades, the city is a little jewel of architecture. Plombières-Les-Bains is also home to several Roman baths and 27 hot springs, making it a must-see place in the region for those taking the waters.

The pretty flowered fountains that line the streets catch my eye and charm me. A store window with knives draws my attention, I approach and discover a tiny store housing a craftsman who makes knives by hand. I tell myself that this man must have the most peaceful life there is. As I reach the church of St. Amé, I see the terraced gardens on my right and I think that it will be a good way to have a nice view of the city.

Once at the top, I walk among the vegetable gardens, flowers, and sculptures overlooking the city. I breathe the mountain air and stop for long minutes, savoring this pleasant moment that is offered to me. After a little while, I go back down by taking the direction of my car. I have about forty-five minutes left before my appointment with the owners of the rental, about ten kilometers away.

At the bend of a small street, a smiling old man calls out to me as I am about to change the sidewalk. I answer him with a smile, and here’s what he says to me, word for word:

“You know why I’m looking at you? Because I see a beautiful light.”

Totally surprised by this unreal remark and not knowing what the old man wants to tell me, I answer him with a second friendly smile and turn my heels to continue on my way.

Here is a very strange encounter! I replay the sentence over and over again, trying to understand its meaning. I’m not dreaming, it just happened. I let out a small laugh. The week of vacation that awaits me in my little mountain chalet already promises to be unforgettable.

This strange encounter was in a way the starting point of my stay in the Vosges, last September. I have no idea if you would like me to tell you about another day of this trip.