One of my favorite places in Tours is a small square off the the main road, Rue Nationale.
The square has small trees and white roses growing on one side, a fountain and benches that face the ruined facade of a renaissance style building. Only one wall of the building remains; the stones are quite worn, one edge is jagged like a jigsaw puzzle, and ivy is bursting out of the glassless windows.
I don't know if the square has a name or not, but the fountain in the center is called the Fountain of Lovers. A tile in front of it encourages people to go to the fountain together to make a wish "for the here and now."
Sitting in front of it makes me think about time, about my here and now and my future. I have so much future; the wall has so much past. I wonder if it's possible for any person to wear ruin and incompleteness as well as this leftover wall.
Une amante,
Maria
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