Old things and places

Tonight, when I was browsing through our holiday photos, I found this picture. It was taken in a town during our last trip to Brittany, back in August. I usually don't put on the blog pictures that are out of season, but I had to publish this one. I cannot remember the name of the place. It looks like it was taken in another time: if there weren't the wires it would look like a medieval place. I am no specialist of history of architecture, but I believe some of the buildings are from the time the time period and the town is known around for having kept or reproduced a lot of its old architecture. Walking around, I felt like in another millennium. This is something I love about this continent, the fact that there are such things as old buildings, old churches, old windmills, things that seem to have been forgotten by time.

I am old fashioned in this way. I love old things and sometimes I wish I could have century old furniture, or something that looked like it. I love old worn out clothes, old books, old tea cups. It is ironic as I am a slave to technology and cannot imagine myself without modern comfort. Modernity is essential to me in so many ways, yet I enjoy rustic stuff, rustic places.Not so much because of comfort (although there is nothing more comfortable than old worn out clothes) but because of aesthetic reasons: aged things and places are often beautiful.