Are you home?

I visited a pal in Dophinee, her home place home house. We both wrote Autobiographies. A couple that lived near Grenoble most of the year, where her husband was university professor, but whenever she could, she came "home". This woman was the village's older woman.

My pal left me one morning, for a whole day with this 90+ years old wonderful woman and we had a great day together. This was the last photo I took away from her, after many others. Showed me and posed with her flowers, at the bench behind her house. Inside.

But my preferred photo is not this one but the one bellow. 

She wanted to present me to her best friend, a few houses farther in the village. Her friend did not answer. Then she looked in the window: "was she really not home?"

Looking at it, I still feel, I am there. It seems so real, so authentic to me. 

I have send her all the photos, direct to her address. And my pal had gifted me with an album of André Kertesz in Dophinée, photos he did in the mountains, not very far, for a newspaper magazine, that never appeared finally. The article was not written. As André Kertesz gifted all his French photos to Louvre, some researchers found the Dophinee pictures and published them with a long text. I learned so much from those photos!