Living in the moment in Saint- Paul de Vence
Robyn Johnston recalls the few precious hours she spent in the village of Saint-Paul de Vence – a moment in time that has remained green in her memory for years.
Travel broadens our horizons and offers us a taste of culture and history. As we journey, we continually learn, not only about places and people, but about ourselves. Some places have a profound effect upon us and stay with us always. For me, one of those places was Saint-Paul de Vence in Southern France.
I had reached the tail end of a whirlwind bus tour of Europe. The morning’s stopping place was to be a small village perched on a hill in the South of France, 18km from Nice.
We arrived early and climbed up the hill towards an impressive medieval fortress. I knew nothing of the village that lay beyond its walls, so I had no expectations as we passed beneath the arched entrance.
From the moment I took my first step upon the town’s cobbled stones, my heart was lost. I literally stopped in my tracks. I stood, relishing this sudden feeling of bliss, and realised I needed to experience this place alone. Our time there was limited to just a few hours so, after arranging a designated meeting place and time, I left my fellow travellers behind.
From the moment I took my first step upon the town’s cobbled
stones, my heart was lost.