For our documentary we traveled with Jara to Aurillac, France…a six hour drive from Paris through a long stretch of highway and many miles of winding country roads. When we finally made it to our destination to film the place where she grew up, her sweet mom had us dinner prepared and a warm bed to sleep in. Without giving too much away (since this will all be covered when the documentary premiers), I just wanted to post some photos of our time spent out in the country with Jara, her best friend, and her mother. It was so nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and spend some time outdoors. The following gallery is from Jara’s mother’s garden…a little slice of heaven on this trip. My own mom loves to garden when she can, so this made me miss her, and home. (Hi mom! haha)
For filming we went into the town…although it’s really more like a village than a town. Aurillac is quaint, and has a simple charm. There are no gift shops, not a lot of people around, and everything seems to move at a slower pace. The food is better than in Paris because the eggs come from the chickens down the road, the bread is fresh, and you don’t have to wait in long lines for a crusty baguette. Don’t get me wrong, Paris is amazing!! But there’s nothing like a small town. I come from one myself. Going to Aurillac and it’s surrounding area was a bit like going home, in a French sort of way. The town had a somewhat Medieval feel to it. It was similar to Paris but then again, not so similar at all in different ways. They say that you haven’t really seen France if you only go to Paris, and I’m so glad that I got to see a side of this country that I never thought I would.
I can’t wait to share the magic we captured about Jara’s story in our documentary. This was a vital part of it, and we captured not just her history but a softer side of this entire experience. Au Revior until next time!