I like places - (in the same way that I like people) - with
a strong sense themselves, their history and origins but which are also able to embrace
in graceful ways, a larger world. (Apparently many artists from Northern climes have flocked to Ceret - including Picasso, from Paris.) This is why I liked Ceret so much. Starting with it's most beautiful parking lot in the world.......
It has ancient seeming towers advertising Catalan pride.....
it's tree-shaded main corridor is like being in a watery fish bowl (like the Cours Mirabeau in Aix-en-Provence)
I like that it has a friendly traiteur overflowing with sumptuous traditional comestibles
with EVERYTHING you need for a lazy indulging lunch or dinner, alone or with friends.
I like a place, as I do a person, that celebrates color!
Where life seems to be lived as a quiet, graceful celebration, and being alone doesn't have to mean lonely.
A place that values beauty and encourages lovers of beauty. (Not lovers of schlock.)
A place that accommodates children, and simple pleasures.
Ceret is such a place. With peaceful streets to wander down, and lovely surprises around every corner. We did not go into the museums but the Paradis family does hope to return very soon. I hope it remains unspoiled.
This is is the end of my Ceret, Part One post. Come back for Part Two. Until, then, breath deep and enjoy! I've been doing so.