“May you always have walls for the winds,
a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,
laughter to cheer you, those you love near you
and all your heart might desire.”
I have this collection of photos.
I have showed you walls, doors, windows, so here are the rooftops.
The style of ones roof is wide and varied in the south west of France.
It is impossible not to notice them.
They are steep, pointy, terracotta, mossy, wonky and interesting.
The higher in the mountains you get the steeper the roofline.
People have adapted to the snow, and for a person who has not lived with snow, it is is fascinating.
Here the roof protects the road. Grass grows on the roof.
Water flows down the mountain. The cold freezes icicles along the edges.
Old weathered building & roof, captivates my imagination.
How many cars get fixed here?
The view from the roof, spectacular.
"How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home. "
Shades of red, brown, tan & terracotta.
Dome roof love.
Roof with bubbles.
"for a long time...maybe I felt inauthentic or something, I felt like my voice wasn't worth hearing, and I think everyone's voice is worth hearing. So if you've got something to say, say it from the rooftops."
Neat & guttered.
“Mine was the twilight and the morning.
Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”
― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
“I'm good at exploring roofs.
You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.”
― Enid Blyton, The Rubadub Mystery
The right side sunken & wonky.
Pointy & religious.
A journey through some rooftops i captured along the way.
They are more like the roofs i imagine in fairytales.
Villages alive with stories. Lived and waiting to be made up.....
sparkle & twirl*