Miglos oh Miglos.
Miglos, a village of around 50 stone built houses, an 800 year old church and some of the nicest people you could wish to meet. It is a small town in the Ariege Department in Southwestern France and sits at the end of the Vicdessos Valley.
I spent a good 4 days here, and despite being relatively small, I was able to settle in comfortably like a local for my time there, parking in the small but large beautiful town square with its very own Roman fountain with an endless supply of freezing cold fresh melting mountain water.
The town sat at around 500m so was not as cold as the previous villages in this area (though still considerably high in comparison), hitting low twenties through the day with equally cool nights.
The town really is quite photographic, and this was largely why I stayed there for a seemingly long time. I was rewarded a two-for-one by walking around both morning and evening, seeing how the light was able to transform both sides of every small street and building.
It was perhaps the time of year also which gave me the results you see here, low hanging sun, sharp, cold but somehow diffusing, gave me a really nice light to play with.
Inside the old roman church which dates back to the 13th century. The light was unreal!
This is Miglo of Miglos.
Light to die for!
Still life at its best!
This is what 800 years old looks like! Pretty nice!
Home is where you park it, and all that.
Miglos from the hills.
The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle. Highly recomended.
The mountains I would drive to after Migos.
Keeping up with current affairs.
What more could one ask for. Sipping tea at sunset on the edge of Miglos.
The Universe Steps in
On the last day, for some reason, unbeknownst to me, my perfectly working phone charger stopped working. All morning, from 7am to 12pm I was getting nothing, I left the phone plugged in and by 12pm realised I needed it for map navigation to get the mountains 25km away. I remembered Gizella and the house she walked back into on that first day in Miglos, so put my luck on the table and knocked on. Of course she said I could charge my phone in her house and the second I opened the van door to retrieve the phone it turned on in front of me, the universe had worked its magic!
Back in her house, she asked if I had got any good shots and if I would like to show her, so invited me in and she seemed pretty impressed and was keen to paint some of them for an exhibition she is holding in the church in August 2019. We chatted along with her husband for a good hour or more about the town, art and life in general. Over the four days there I had the urge to knock on and ask her if she would like a folder with the images of Miglos, but for some reason was not able to get the courage or time up to do it, so the all mighty stepped in and made it happen. A lot was learned from that moment onwards, mainly that opportunity and risk equal reward. I don’t think I will be able to make it to the exhibition now but will be waiting for an email to tell me how well her paintings were received.
I left with a fully charged phone and drove a very happy 25km to the mountains.
A painting of Miglos by Gizella.
All photography by Kano Kane of The Rebelism.