It happened the first day I was back in the jardin after being away for three weeks. I no sooner sat down on the bench and I began to hear that off tune horn blaring that I often hear in the distance up on the hill by my house.
Then I heard drums. What the heck? I wracked my brain for the date. It was Friday June 18th. No, I could not think of any special reason to have a marching band, but indeed, that is what it was - sort of.
Why? Where are they going? What is the occasion? And, who are they often, comes to mind since there are so many experiences like this. But, one quickly learns that there are no answers, so to sit back and just enjoy it all.
at a standstill as a group of young women on beautiful horses came riding by in the lane going the opposite
It's always fascinating that it can be something like this, or a funeral procession walking down the street or revelers cavorting down the street sipping tequila with a group of mariachis. Traffic stops. No one gets mad
or honks. Everyone just "lives in the moment".