Sète, a harbour town on the French mediteranian coast, not far from Montpellier.
I have stopped carrying a camera, which was clearly a mistake. The phones are fine for normal conditions, but when you have severe light conditions they don’t cope as well.
The lines again.. I didn’t cope as well with the severe conditions either. Despite booking for a month in Montpellier I left after ten days. It was just far too hot. They advertise the town as green and cool, but boy are they wrong. I don’t have a single photo of the town in Montpellier, simply couldn’t wait to get back indoors.
It was a little cooler on the day I visited Sète, my only day trip, so we have a few photos. Quite a pretty town.
Wish I had one of those sailboats..
I had cooked spaghetti, – perhaps rice noodles will be even better.
Add vinaigrette (mine was olive oil and lemon juice) quite a bit.
Cooled cooked diced aubergine. If you made moussaka earlier the week and did extra aubergine, you’re set 🙂
If you didn’t, dice some aubergine and fry in a hot pan with olive oil. I add some sunflower oil to increase the temperature at which the oil becomes saturated.
Purple oakleaf lettuce – add
Pesto – a spoonful. It gives that lovely parmesan taste. You can grate extra parmesan over if you wish.
I forgot to put the asparagus in, but it will add another dimension.
The French like to support local industry. The salt is from the island of Noirmoutier where it is harvested by hand – the traditional method.
I bought it there. What a lovely drive over the seabed for 4 kilometers at low tide on the passage du Gois! Everyone is out harvesting seafood between the tides. And fortunately they have a bridge now so you don’t have to stay for 12 hours before you can get back to the mainland.
Although you’ll probably want to. There was such a chilled summer holiday atmosphere when I was there, I would have like to stay quite a bit longer!
Just a turn of black pepper will make it complete.
Far too hot to sleep, so here are a few photo’s of the wall paintings in Lyon for tomorrow morning.
The mur de canuts – probably the most famous one; it depicts the area where the silk workers (canuts) lived and worked.
At the last renewal they updated the young father from a few decades ago to an old man and added the city rental bikes.
The stairs are very typical of the area – if you go down to town, you have to climb almost 100 meters to get back home. To my reckoning around 30 stories..
I’m getting fit.
The textile industry is still going strong in Lyon. They recently opened a railway line between south China and Lyon, I take it the silk has always been sourced from the far east.
Most silk weavers of the past centuries worked from home. They needed 4 meter high ceilings to accommodate the frames and found the old monastries on the Croix-Rousse area (on a hill between the Rhone and the Saono rivers) ideal for the purpose.
The area and the old canut houses are very popular today. A similar crowd lives there, often self employed people with a bit of an artistic bent. The French call them ‘bobo’ bohème-bourgeouse .
No more weaving in the houses though, now we work on our laptops 😉
The lucky ones sit in the courtyard gardens with their cats and fig trees.
Don’t know if this lucky fish is meant to represent the neighbourhood?
The more tradisional library.
The trompe-l-oeil is quite good, only when I saw the costumes did I realise..
They paint in the colours of Provence, the warm south. And at 37 degrees yesterday they aren’t wrong.
Near Retier, in the center of Brittany is the Faeries’ Rock. It is one of the largest and best known dolmens in France.
Difficult to judge the scale from the photo – it is almost 20 meters long and the rocks are estimated at 20 – 45 tonnes each.
You need to bend down to enter, but after the first two rocks you can walk up straight and move around easily.
At the hand of ceramics found, it is dated at 3500 to 3000 BC.
They say if a couple walks around the dolmen and get the same answer counting the rocks, they will stay together.
There are 26 upright and 8 roof stones. The Faerie transported the rocks, but lost one on the way, – the menhir of Runfort.
The dolmen was once covered, it was unearthed in Roman times.
The rocks are purple schist that is found 4 km away. The alignment is south-southeast to north-northwest, in line with the sunrise on the winter solstice.
Honestly, that was the only purple I saw 😉
Some percolated summer landscapes from last year in Provence 🙂
The first Breton coastal town I visited, even heard the language spoken. Some children on their bicycles in this holiday place.
Interesting how completely different people look here from Toulouse. Well I suppose seeing as that they are Celts, its not that surprising.
There were dolmens on a coastal path, but the sun was too hot, I went round the other way.
Hopefully I’ll still get to see some.
and bluebeard’s castle from closer by.
On the riverside, they did a bit of gardening
Visited Noirmoutier island yesterday, the Tour de France departs from there this weekend. I got there a little early..
Love the place, – the quintessential holiday island. People chilling all over the place 🙂