The first piece of universal wisdom to come flying off the web at me this morning was: ‘It is more becoming to have a large nose than two small ones’ – the English translation of a Breton proverb, apparently. The wisdom of which there is no disputing.
Slept like the proverbial log, myself. And at somewhere past 7:30, I’m still pretending I’m on holiday, somewhere in the Midi-Pyrénées. So what am I doing typing? Please refer to the title of the post.
I’ll be doing a post on Domaine d’En Ségur for Ici Graulhet next week. But if you read this blog too, you can say you saw these two pics here first. The place is gorgeous, the wine is very good I’m told (hoping to get a taste next week) and they have art everywhere including in two of the vats that were not put to use last fall. There are paintings hanging on all the vats and pieces of sculpture everywhere. I won’t talk about the art + wine project we’re thinking of but the winemakers we’ve met and talked to so far like it and want to participate. If you stay tuned long enough, you’ll be in on the announcement in the Fall.
Friday night, my buddy of the travelling bookstore L’Auberge des Légendes told me he’d been designated the best and most creative business venture in the Midi-Pyrénées and is now up for the national prize. Good things happening to good people? Nice. We like.
I am now going to make myself café au lait, eat my bread and jam and continue pretending I’m on holiday in the Midi-Pyrénées, where people on holiday love to cook up huge batches of apricot jam on a Sunday morn. Want to join me in the kitchen? You’re most welcome.
13:20 Mz Christie’s opus is ready for Ici Graulhet so I get the afternoon off. I’ll post it later so folks have a chance to go through the Feria photos. (Discovered yesterday some people here don’t realize the posts stay archived…)
Monsieur Slimène told me this morning ‘my’ apricots weren’t quite ready yet. Translation: people were still buying them to eat out of hand. Over here, folks buy in small quantities and only at the peak of freshness. They also eat their fruit at room temperature for full flavor. Jam-ready apricots are not rotten by any stretch of the imagination, but they are as ripe as you can get them. So, jam-making on Tuesday, probably.
Over lunch, we decided we’d better head down to the Mediterranean some day next week if we want to see the water, not just a sea of vacationers. I’d also like to stop in the village on the Canal du Midi where we lived and kept a guesthouse before settling in Graulhet. We’ll also do one or two rides into the Pyrénées. The crowds don’t get as unbearable there during the holidays so that can wait till July.
Now? Shutters closed. Afternoon off looking at blogs; napping; reading. Hallelujah.
15:30 For the record: after doing a quick walkthrough some blogs I visit regularly, I note one blogger is preparing mentally for the imminent death of a beloved dog. To avoid any misinterpretations or thoughts I may be poking fun at anyone or anything related to the loss of a companion, please note the Mz Christie installment I’ll be putting online later on Ici Graulhet was written before I read this and was inspired by a comment left by another blogger on a previous installment of The Secret of the Parrot. I don’t make fun of anyone’s pain over losing a friend or anyone’s beliefs about reincarnation. Anyone who knows me well doesn’t need to be told that, but blogs can be the breeding ground of strange misunderstandings sometimes.
Back to the busman’s holiday.