Civrac-en-Médoc, France
It's my last morning in Civrac, and as I lay in bed watching the sky begin to lighten, I realized that I was waiting for the bells. Every morning at 7:30am the church bells of Civrac go crazy. The sky grew lighter and lighter and yet, no bells. Finally, I checked my watch and it was 7:42. Then I remembered: the bells peal repeatedly at 7:30am every day--but NOT on Saturday and Sunday!
It's been a wonderful week here in the Médoc; this afternoon I zoom off to Paris and then home across the Atlantic. But I will miss those 7:30 bells--and the others that chime throughout the day. It's been a long time since I've been in such a quiet place. In fact, there's a way in which these bells remind me of the call to prayer in Jordan that would sound out across the quiet landscape of Madaba...
It's my last morning in Civrac, and as I lay in bed watching the sky begin to lighten, I realized that I was waiting for the bells. Every morning at 7:30am the church bells of Civrac go crazy. The sky grew lighter and lighter and yet, no bells. Finally, I checked my watch and it was 7:42. Then I remembered: the bells peal repeatedly at 7:30am every day--but NOT on Saturday and Sunday!
It's been a wonderful week here in the Médoc; this afternoon I zoom off to Paris and then home across the Atlantic. But I will miss those 7:30 bells--and the others that chime throughout the day. It's been a long time since I've been in such a quiet place. In fact, there's a way in which these bells remind me of the call to prayer in Jordan that would sound out across the quiet landscape of Madaba...
