Vignette de Jour number Three B

So, what’s today’s excuse for not buckling down and writing a decent post? House work? Indubitably, since four people munch a lot of fresh, aromatic and crusty French bakery products, generating copious amounts of crumbs under the long, wooden slab of a dining table. One also has to go to the produce market and decide between first-harvest-of-the-year cherries (three weeks early, owing to plenty of sunshine)
from the Roussillion area of the Département Pyrénées-Orientales, also called Russelló in Catalan, which lays between us and Catalonia in Spain. 

Gaul Chieftains met here to debated the wisdom of siding with young whippersnapper Hannibal and his elephants against the overlords of Rom. That was roughly in 218 BCE, whilst the Visigoth ruled here till about 530 CE. I don’t know, who started the cherries business, though … 

and strawberries from the Rhône delta to our east. 

Come to think of it, we got both. 








As well as huge, firm thistles from Roscoff in Brittany, where the artichoke field’s stretch as far as the eye can see, as I discovered, when I worked at the Sorbonne Field Station there some, oh, forty years ago.

As you can see, there are four artichokes, indicating the main reason for not writing more detailed posts. Our friends from Costa Rica arrived the day before, not on an island, but at the train station in Béziers and naturally, it has been a lot more fun to sit and chat, eat, drink, walk and eat some more, than punching keys. 

[Who can place the reference to an island in conjunction with a day before? Whoever gets it, is invited to a weekend at our house in Costa Rica!]

Meanwhile, we took a little walk through old town with our friends.

Buying tapanade and olive oil in this wonderland of olives …
… one should always buy ones olive products in appropriate splendor, n’est-ce pas?
this is a Syrian loom, which will be featured in a future post
lunch on fake ostrich vinyl place mats under a chestnut tree … 
… while being observed by another set of fake birds, way up on the forth floor balconies
viewing a ceramics exhibit, my friend pointed out this lovely, grandmotherly lady, watching the goings-on in the streets from her third floor balcony.
How many generations of that family might have occupied the apartment before her? 
looking down into the lower floor of the crafts expo
back in the warren of narrow streets in the old town, tourists below, residence above –
including our sweet grandma, who’s wrought iron, curvy balcony banister is visible in the building on the left
light & shadow
the ‘spikes’ visible along all horizontal edges of buildings are anti-pigeon landing devises
again, my friend’s keen eye finds a target
contemporary blue with ancient arches …
…. in a confusion of light and dark …
… resulting in neck strain from looking up too much 😉 

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