In the centre of Bandol, in the south of France, stands a cast-iron fountain—green with age, framed by 150 café chairs, and crowned with three small angels. They don’t move. They don’t speak. But on this warm June day, I decided to imagine their lives.
In this episode of Drifting Notes, I sit still long enough to give them names, personalities, and preoccupations. One loves watching chairs. One collects toasts. One is devoted to a sleepy dog named Biscotte. None of it is real—but sometimes, the things we make up are the most companionable of all.
Recorded between coffees, under the dappled shade of plane trees, this story is a small invitation to pause, watch, and let your imagination wander too.
If you were one of the angels on the fountain, what would you keep watch over?
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