The next day felt even more still when the fog rolled in over the olive tree coated hillsides and rain swept through the gravel streets. Despite the weather, we set out to visit a local farmers market where we were given free time to explore. After wandering around a bit, some friends and I found a quant antique store with a back porch facing a steady stream. Some of the antiques sold at the store were displaced down by the river and, in the case of this set of table and chairs, actually within it. When I saw this display my heart filled with nostalgia. The copper table and chairs were worn after spending who knows how long in the river's path. The best part was the glasses and water jug set on the table, slowly but surely filling up with each rain drop falling from above. As an artist, I immediately read a deeper meaning from this display and saw it more as installation art. This table, set much like any you would see in a Parisian cafe, sits in a completely dysfunctional space--so isolated that it seems to be simply waiting to be taken by a couple or two friends.
This was my most enchanting moment of the trip, but of course the weekend was filled with other amazing scenes. I felt a bitter sweetness leaving the calm Provence but was comforted upon returning to the familiarity of Paris. I have these photos to hold on to the feeling that the town gave me, and looking at them now they feel almost like an old relic, telling a secret story of a magical place hidden within the hills.
Morgan Mein is the Spring 2015 CEA MOJO Photographer in Paris, France. She is currently a junior at Chapman University.
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