My last full day in Europe lands on the summer solstice. It is windy and cool again, but I’ve been wanting to sketch these trees that form a leafy canopy over the town’s parking spots. I know there are fairy muses hiding there and as I sit to sketch, they reveal themselves.
The evening weather is milder, and the townspeople are out celebrating the solstice with a music festival! It is not a typical performer – audience type of festival. Everyone seems to get involved, from little children to the town elders. I wish I could understand French in order to catch the light hearted humor being bandied about.
In a small room off the street a singer and pianist entertain a group of about 20 on folding chairs. The music is exceptional, full of passion, a skilled performance. I feel so fortunate to be included.
And in the square by the fountain the town elders hold sheets of music and sing the songs I can only imagine they have sung for a lifetime. The lady with the orange hair and red cloth flower is so flamboyently colorful, as if to say “Yes, let’s celebrate this time so we won’t forget.”
A very fine ending to a very fine trip. The next day, two weeks after first landing in Barcelona, I fly back to the U.S. with sketches right up to the last page of my little book.