Monday, October 24, 2016

Updates and Whatnot, Inside and Out


Shadow play on the wall, wrought iron railing

The stairwell (looking up the stairs)


Gigantic wood fired kiln's, used for St. Zacharie's pottery industry, which was once a staple industry in the area. Though pottery is still an important industry in Provence, the kilns of St. Zach are no longer used. 

The area, looking down, between the kilns.

I believe this must be a peel, left in one of the kilns. Maybe?

Friday, October 21, 2016

La Foret

I went for a hike in the forest today.

There are several trails. Marks are painted on trees to guide the way,

And more obvious signs for those of us who weren't girl scouts:

I gathered rocks and olive branches along the way and when I got home made a little vignette.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

In the South Petanque is called Boules

I always thought it was Petanque, but the players corrected me. "In the south we call it boules." Whatever they call it, they are serious about it. From the "wind up," to the throw, to watching the heavy metal ball hit the dirt, they are serious...

I've been strolling by the park each afternoon to watch the players. Men, women (less often) and kids play for hours. 

This looked like grandparents with their grandson

When in Rome...or the south of France...

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Cheese Please...

If I cut myself right now, cheese would ooze out...

Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Tiny House

I'm staying for one week at the tiny house, dubbed so by Corey Amaro of the Tongue in Cheek blog. First off, it's not so tiny. It's more like a "stacked" house, with rooms on top of each other. The entrance is a teeny vestibule with a washer and dryer and stairs that curve around a corner. At the top of the stairs, to the right, is the kitchen, with a area to cook and an area to sit. It's more roomy than you first think. To the left of the stairs are more stairs and more curves. These lead to a nice sized bedroom, another smaller room for clothes and whatnot, and a teensy bathroom. Just enough to do what needs to be done. For photos of the tiny house click here:

I wandered around the garden today...

The alley that leads from the street, covered in wisteria.

A huge tree (this photo does not show it's massive size, a good 3 feet across) anchoring the garden when you first come in.

Dappled sunlight filtered through trees.

This so says "Provence" to me.

The door is to the tiny house is on the right in the photo.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Mon Tuteur Voyage

I brought these photo's of Luke with me. He is my travel guardian, reminding me to be safe but embrace adventure and use my imagination.

Today is Jack's birthday

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Why I Love France

Because doors look like this

and this

and this.

and because shutters adorn every window.

Because they name their elementary schools after artists.

and their streets after writers.

Because parents walk their children to school.

Because when an ancient tree died, the town planted another one.

Because even the public utility access signs look cool.

Because even the smallest towns have several shady places for people to sit on a bench and watch the world go by.

Because those places have beautiful fountains,

 with sparkly water

and great faucets.

Because every plaza is named, and every name has meaning. St. Zachary was a center for ceramics, hence this plaza is named "Place de la Ceramique." 

Because in this town of 5,000 people I can buy things like this at one of the 5 Patisserie's,

Or things like this...which I can carry home and eat!

Because I can buy this cheese in a local supermarche for less than $4 (Which I can carry home 
and eat!)

Because every day, on my way home, this cat sits, warming herself in the late afternoon sun.

Because this is a house key.

Apartment for sale...