There is something enchanting about fountains. The sound of the water spilling over, the play of light as the drops rise and fall, something soothing and timeless pulls us in.
Towns built by Romans on water, like Aix-en-Provence, the city of a thousand fountains, whisper their way into the hearts of those who visit.
Fountains speak romance. Think Three Coins in the Fountain, the 1950s movie that immortalizes Italy’s Trevi fountain with its Frank Sinatra lyrics, and that brings us around to the sound of music.
Not the movie, but the echoes of sheer delight that drift up to my windows from the fountain just across from Park and Market. This beautiful little corner with flags flying and the blue umbrellas, makes the perfect place to sit for awhile and for children to run in endless circles, stopping to dip a hand in the water, laughing the entire time.
On Friday evenings, the sound of music kicks up a notch with the amplified sounds of Emerging Artists concerts. The long cool shadow of the Captrust Tower plays over the perfect stage that is probably meant be an outdoor restaurant one day. A relaxing way to start the weekend, and wherever I am at home – in my living room or under those blue umbrellas – I’ve got a front row seat.
How did you go to the Harris Teeter when it's been closed for months???
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