Dream Blog #353
A Visit to France
I'm visiting Lyon, France. I get off the plane and go to a bus stop called Marcel. I look around and see a church similar to Gaudi's Sagrada Familia. It's being sandblasted to remove the grime of centuries and the buildup from air pollution. Three quarters of the exterior is clean and ivory in color. The rest is sooty with an algae green tinge. I take the bus to my hostel, leave my bags there and take a walk through the cobblestone streets. I stop at a tabac/laundromat. I strike up a conversation with the proprietor and end up getting a job.
Weeks later, while assisting customers with their laundry, I overhear some foreign exchange students talking about going to the opera. We chat and they are amazed that I've never been to the opera so we all decide to go right then and there. We step out into the warm sunshine and walk to the public park where world famous actors are putting on an opera en plein air. Willem Dafoe is one of the actors, all of whom are dressed in French court garb circa 1790.
We walk across the vibrant, lush grass to find a seat on the far side of the park when I glimpse on old schoolmate pass by with his parents. I turn around, call out his name and see a huge grin spread across his face upon seeing me. He joins our group on the grass but our spot is so far away from the actors that we can't hear a thing they're saying.
I halfheartedly complain that I can't hear, but the sun is so warm on my skin that it's making me sleepy. I lean my head on my schoolmate's shoulder and fall into a sort of daze, staring at my shoes.