I sometimes dream of living in a small village with cobblestone streets where everybody knows everybody.
My father-in-law used to run this famous cafe/bar in the small town where my husband grew up as a child. And by famous, I mean everybody in town knew them because of that bar.
Their neighbors had this smallish delicatessen right in front of the bar. He tells me that, by that time, these neighbors didn't have a coffee machine so they always had breakfast there. They got free coffee and my husband's family got lots and lots of the most delicious, fresh pastry. Everyday.
See... it's not that I'd like to live in a small town so that I can have free coffee or anything. But isn't it cool to be able to live a much simpler life? ...
... in which you get from other people things you lack and give them other things they might need instead? (you know, like maybe.. real conversation?) I know.. you must be thinking that the concept of trade as commercial transaction is nothing new and humanity has been doing that since the beginning of time. I know that too; I just seem to find beauty in simple life.
I actually think I'm through with the big city.
About the picture: there are plenty of places like this in Spain (I bumped into this picture here by chance, but the artist says it was taken somewhere in the south of France, which only adds a lot more charm to it)