Adieu Corbiere
I have enjoyed my two weeks in this area of Languedoc. I have tasted the wine and enjoyed making new friends. During this time I have put about 50 miles on my new hiking boots which I now consider broken in. The Corbiere region has afforded me the simple joy of 'taking a hike'.
I hope to return here for a few days on my way back up to Paris. But now I go south to the Principality of Andorra which is only about 4 hours away by car.
Before I leave the area here are a few things:
Yard Sale ala Roquefort de Corbieres
Here is one item I was sorely tempted to buy.
It makes no difference that I already have one folding bicycle and seven other ones. It is amaladay I suffer from that Ralph will understand. I finally settled for this.
I have a collection of these. This will make probably number 14 or so.
I don't bring home stray cats instead I do sensible things like buying and putting a set of antique French andirons in my luggage to bring home on a previous trip. Don't ask about the mortar and pestle used to pound cocoa beans (from a previous South American trip). The pestle is a thick iron bar weighing somewhere around 5 pounds. And for those curious sorts, I have not used it once in about 20 years. Perhaps someone can put me on to a supply of cocoa beans. I'll also supply the marshmallows.
As you may recall from a previous post I moved to a gite in the village of Fraisse de Corbiere for my second week. It turns out that the artist/sculptor Michel Kanter's studio is only steps away from my front door. I had the pleasure of chatting with him and viewing one of his works in its early stages.
I think he looks quite a bit like the well known artist Alan Forrest, some of whose works adorn Bryna Fraser's walls.
To digress a moment, on the way back from the garage sale I stopped to see a section of the Via Domitia.
It was the first Roman road built in Gaul (France) to link Italy with Hispania (Spain). In all the Romans built some 50,000 miles of hard surface roads (compare that with 46,000 miles of Interstate highways). Look at the deep ruts worn my charriot wheels.
And, almost finally, thanks to Mary Coburn, a gracious hostess, and fine baker of a moist carrot cake.
To her mate (in the background below) Ken Greene, chef extraordinarre at the grill and connoisseur of fine wine, and Claudee (in the foreground) who is Daniel's wife and one of the most bubbly personalities in the south of France.
Of course a big thanks to Daniel for sharing one of his bottles of delicious wine (supple, balanced and flavorful)
And last but certainly not least to Marie Claude Vannier. I met Marie several years ago in Luang Prubang. Rarely do you meet someone who becomes an instant good friend.
Oh, one last picture. I wonder what is left on each floor of this house next door to my gite in Fraisse de Corbiere beyond the stairway. (BTW Marie's son put a roof on this house which in part required him to hang from ropes over the side.
I hope to return here for a few days on my way back up to Paris. But now I go south to the Principality of Andorra which is only about 4 hours away by car.
Before I leave the area here are a few things:
Yard Sale ala Roquefort de Corbieres
Here is one item I was sorely tempted to buy.
It makes no difference that I already have one folding bicycle and seven other ones. It is amaladay I suffer from that Ralph will understand. I finally settled for this.
I have a collection of these. This will make probably number 14 or so.
I don't bring home stray cats instead I do sensible things like buying and putting a set of antique French andirons in my luggage to bring home on a previous trip. Don't ask about the mortar and pestle used to pound cocoa beans (from a previous South American trip). The pestle is a thick iron bar weighing somewhere around 5 pounds. And for those curious sorts, I have not used it once in about 20 years. Perhaps someone can put me on to a supply of cocoa beans. I'll also supply the marshmallows.
As you may recall from a previous post I moved to a gite in the village of Fraisse de Corbiere for my second week. It turns out that the artist/sculptor Michel Kanter's studio is only steps away from my front door. I had the pleasure of chatting with him and viewing one of his works in its early stages.
I think he looks quite a bit like the well known artist Alan Forrest, some of whose works adorn Bryna Fraser's walls.
To digress a moment, on the way back from the garage sale I stopped to see a section of the Via Domitia.
It was the first Roman road built in Gaul (France) to link Italy with Hispania (Spain). In all the Romans built some 50,000 miles of hard surface roads (compare that with 46,000 miles of Interstate highways). Look at the deep ruts worn my charriot wheels.
And, almost finally, thanks to Mary Coburn, a gracious hostess, and fine baker of a moist carrot cake.
To her mate (in the background below) Ken Greene, chef extraordinarre at the grill and connoisseur of fine wine, and Claudee (in the foreground) who is Daniel's wife and one of the most bubbly personalities in the south of France.
Of course a big thanks to Daniel for sharing one of his bottles of delicious wine (supple, balanced and flavorful)
And last but certainly not least to Marie Claude Vannier. I met Marie several years ago in Luang Prubang. Rarely do you meet someone who becomes an instant good friend.
Oh, one last picture. I wonder what is left on each floor of this house next door to my gite in Fraisse de Corbiere beyond the stairway. (BTW Marie's son put a roof on this house which in part required him to hang from ropes over the side.
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