I was surprised how colorful Najac was. Here the tiny vineyard perched on the hillside below the Chateau walls glows golden against the orange forest beyond. You can just see the silvery thread of the Aveyron River as it winds its way through the valley.
This bright mailbox and garden gate caught my eye as I wandered along rue du Chateau.
A gate a little more subtle, but no less lovely..
These apples glistened in the sunlight begging to be picked.
On Tuesday night there was a special celebration in the little village of Najac, deep in the Aveyron. Bob, one of our fellow writers in the Parisot Writing Group, turned 80 and hosted a birthday bash for all of us at a local restaurant. Twenty-two friends and family gathered to wish Bob well for his next 80 years. It was an evening full of fun, food and drink. Living over an hour away, I knew that there was no way I wanted to drive home after all that celebrating, so I booked a bed-and-breakfast room here. Gorgeous room, lovely host and the view out the front door was terrific....
I've been to Najac several times, but never off-season. I was amazed to find it so colorful and so empty of tourists! I'll be sharing a few of my discoveries later, but here's a taste of color in a photo taken just beyond the church and overlooking the valley below the village.
Saint Michael guards the busy corner in Paris where the Blvd. St. Michel meets rue St. Andre-des-Arts at the river Seine. St. Michael, an archangel to Christians and also revered in Judaism and Islam, is a spiritual warrior, the angel of death and the protector of the church. A hard-working and very busy saint!
I love to eat my meals here in the sunroom where this is the view from my window. Can you blame me? Even on cloudy, misty days like today, it's beautiful. The river, the trees and the causse have become my muse. Yesterday some cawing crows tucked away in a dead tree inspired a poem. The river shrouded with fog inspired a descriptive paragraph that's become the opening for a novel. And I can't tell you how many gratitude prayers have found their beginnings as I've contemplated the Lot and its banks. This is definitely a room with a view.