I wasn't expecting a view of the Marquis de Sade's chateau from my terrace. But then, his neighbours weren't expecting someone who would violate community standards by violating the community!
No Expectations
What I was hoping for, (not expecting), was a quiet WARM refuge for the Winter. To continue these scribbles, and work on "The Film." What was to eventually morph into "Bicycle Gourmet's "Treasures of France."
BG Scores
Once again, luckier than smart, I met a Dutch Woman who was ga-ga for "The Arts," and had a vacant gite. So, as she was terminal "arts n' crafts", and I was a terminal artist - the die was quickly cast.
This, dear reader, was a big score. For a number of reasons. Within the Luberon National Park(ie -heart of provence, but minus the "action") off road, wild(as in untended Cherry trees(Bings, I might add) left, right, and center - equally wild, and plentiful salad goodies on and around my "atelier", one of the best caves in the region, 100 metres away, and ringed by hilltop villages.
Beauty and Disappointment
Bonnieux, to the left(and UP, bien sur), Gordes, (further left and equally up) Lacoste (Former home of the Marquis (behind.) Sadly, like so many things in life that are exquisitely beautiful at a distance, (often at night) the Marquis' "tough love" palace(in daylight) was a dogs breakfast of authentically old, inauthentically "enchanced." Exuding all the charm of a burnt brick.
Beauty and Disappointment
Bonnieux, to the left(and UP, bien sur), Gordes, (further left and equally up) Lacoste (Former home of the Marquis (behind.) Sadly, like so many things in life that are exquisitely beautiful at a distance, (often at night) the Marquis' "tough love" palace(in daylight) was a dogs breakfast of authentically old, inauthentically "enchanced." Exuding all the charm of a burnt brick.
0 comments:
Post a Comment