THE CLIMATE. Yesterday while I was working with a client over Skype a storm burst upon Salies, and burst is the word. Nothing announced it. Just suddenly there was this resounding slap of wind and rain against the side of the building and I turned to see literal sheets (cords, in French) of water blocking the view of even the closest trees. Continue reading
Two things: My back is better and… I received this Award from my marvelous co-blogger Teatime at the Zoo, writer of a blog that is a constant delight of living critters (marvelous photos) whose lives become personalized through her imaginative observing eye. Thank you from the bottom of my heart; you too are my favorite blog.
I dream a lot. I used to dream much more, but even today I have dreams that I remember and write down. I have always dreamed (or should it be ‘dreamt’?) as far back as I can recall. Unfortunately, most of my dreams were nightmares that, at the time, I would have preferred not to have. Continue reading
The Heste de la Sau (Fête du Sel in French) or Salt Festival is the principal yearly happening in Salies. When summer has been spent, when kids are back in school, when the public officials are working again and most people have ended their vacations, Salies throws caution and economics to the wind and goes all out for four days. Continue reading