Friends, Flowers and Ancient Towns
|Balcony des fleurs|
As we walked up to Carleen’s 13th Century Templar house we noticed her balcony still had traces of the Marche aux Fleurs that had taken place in Richerenches the week before. A hardboard butterfly, three tasteful paper flowers, and a selection of pots gave a feeling of merriment to the frontage.
Having known Carleen and her family since she was ten and I was
twelve (since school in the NSW town of Orange) it seemed strange for two daggy
chicks from Oz (well one at least - ie me) to be meeting in another hemisphere, in a setting from an
ancient century, some ‘cough cough’ years after school. Who would have thought
|The famed balcone - photo courtesy Carleen|
|Carleen doing green by the clock tower|
Mr Fluffy was happy to busy himself with a few DIY projects particularly when the girly vibe almost exploded with a hairdressing session in the kitchen. He could safely retreat to Gerard’s workshop to angle-grind the legs off a metal table and drill holes in things that needed holes in. The village itself dates back to the Templars and has a very famous truffle market on Saturdays over winter.
Hugo ‘kind of’ enjoyed meeting Elvis the dog for the
second time (we visited briefly for Christmas Eve) but was a tad annoyed he was
no longer the sole canine target of our affections. We ate at an excellent
restaurant O’Rabasse, run by a Belgian
couple, who made the best strawberry desert in the world. It was almost as good as the jar of coq (au vin) I'd cooked the night before.
|By the restaurant O'Rabasse|
|View over Lunas|
|Hugo enjoys a stroll by the river in Lunas|
|The boys sneak in to St Georges' Chapel in Lunas|
|This does not look scary enough|
|Hugo enjoying a good sock by the river|
We’d spent a few days travelling to Richerenches via the Pyrenees and what stunning medieval villages we encountered along the way. We spent the full moon night in the aptly named Lunas and went on to steam train wonderland, St Jean de Gard. We have just driven north through some horrendously windy alpine roads along gorges and through tunnels that have seriously set me up with a bout of extreme stress but thankfully we are now in St Antoine L’Abbaye for a couple of days to rest before heading for the Route De Vins in the Alsace (although I have sworn off the drink after a couple of nights on the lash with Carleen).
Oh and the good news is we’ve found some suitably overpriced PG tips so there is no longer any need to hurry back.