Saint-Emilion and Bordeaux
A ghost, it seems, has visited the relais Franc-Mayne, where I slept. He or she must have come from a walk in the vineyards, leaving his/her footprints: they led straight to the Pop Art room after a strange interruption at the massive oak staircase. I think of La Vie Passante by Christian Bobin. We are all just passing through, but how do we pass our time? Tasting wine and believing in angels!
“A man arrives in Paradise. He asks an angel, his angel, to show him the path of his life on earth, out of curiosity, out of a childish desire to see and understand. Nothing simpler, says the angel. The man contemplates the path of his steps upon the earth from his childhood up to his dying breath. He is surprised to see that sometimes there is no trace of his steps. Sometimes the path is interrupted and begins again much farther along. The angel says, sometimes your life became too heavy for you to carry. I then took you in my arms until the next day when joy returned and you could continue your path.”
For the musical setting of this day, choose an adagio. For me it will be the BWV 974 of Johann Sebastian Bach.