When an Ancient Town Feels Like Home

It was one of the strangest  towns I’d ever set foot in. But to the woman leading our nighttime walking tour, it was home.

Last spring, my husband and I took a river cruise in southern France, and one of our stops along the Rhône was the medieval town of Viviers. A walled town that dates back to the 5th Century, Viviers has narrow, stone-paved streets largely closed to traffic, steep hills, curved archways, and stone buildings hundreds of years old. The buildings are largely residential, and yet our guide explained that they are mostly deserted, as young families these days prefer to raise their children in places with grass, trees and parks.

It was positively eerie walking along these streets, hearing little but the sound of our footsteps on the stones and our guide’s quiet voice echoing in the cavernous alleyways. She proceeded to show us the building where she lived, explaining that she’d spent the last year alone, as her husband was a cyclist and had been traveling around the world to participate in races.

As the tour concluded, I was ready to make my way back to our brightly lit boat filled with people gathering on the deck to enjoy their holiday. And yet, I marveled at the tranquility and love our guide expressed for this quiet town and her otherwise empty building. She was not born in Viviers but she found something there that made her feel that she belonged. And even when facing abandoned streets and the long-term absence of her life partner, she still wanted nothing more than to settle down each night in the one spot in the world that she was happy to call home.

I don’t remember our guide’s name, but I’ll never forget the peaceful expression on her face when she showed us the building where she lived. And that expression was foremost in my mind as I wrote the opening scenes of my upcoming novel, which launches in August. It takes place largely in wartime France between 1942 and 1943, and the early scenes revolve around a young widow who finds home in the most unlikely of places. There’s a lot of Viviers in my story—and a lot of our tour guide, who made me think anew about where and how we find that special place where we choose to rest our heads at night.

I am so excited to share the details of my upcoming novel with you! Stay tuned—by next month I should be able share a title, cover, and much more!

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