As we walked the ancient narrow streets of Montpellier France this summer we came across this lovely scene. Others may have noticed the dresses first, or the freshly watered plant, or the lovely hand painted sign saying "Le Fil et son Aiguille" (the thread and its needle).
But I looked inside and saw a solitary artist making her work.
"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction..." -Virginia Woolf
Not only to write fiction, but to paint, to sew, to make, to think, to be.
An atelier of one's own. A space that is quiet, and yours.
Just a simple thought for today in a time that is not simple.
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