Since a picture is worth 1000 words, here is my little French town this morning. This is the street leading to Rose’s Café where I have coffee every morning with my friends. It is obvious we won’t be having coffee this morning or perhaps many a morning to come.
This is the center of town, La Place du Bayaa; the small semi-circle of plants in the foreground surrounds a fountain which is now under water. Tomorrow this plaza would be full of vendors with our Thursday market; there will be no one tomorrow.
Another view of the Place du Bayaa: the Bakery where I sometimes buy croissants, next to it the real estate agency owned by my friend Loic who rented me the apartment where I live. To the left is the Eyeglass store, completely under water.
This is the road I traverse daily leading to the pharmacy and the small supermarket. It is also where Salomé’s beauty parlor is, something she will not be sad to hear as she has an appointment for a shampoo and coif on Friday which I doubt will come to pass.
At some point I considered buying this house which is still for sale. Today I am thankful for my second story apartment.
The parking lot I walk through daily with Salomé and now Loli; Salomé wonders why we are not going to the coffee shop today for a cookie.
The river, having loosed itself from the shackles of its banks, completely ravishes parts of the town rushing through and carrying with it cars and anything else not tied down.
The Saleys River has left its bed and gone on a rampage through the village.
Compare the photo above (from internet today) to the one below taken by me on a brighter day. Notice that the buildings are the same although the angle of the photo is different. Observe that the bridge that appears below has completely disappeared in the photo above and there certainly won’t be anybody eating on the veranda of the restaurant with the red shutters.Now compare the following two photos, the first taken by me at a better moment, the other from internet today.
And last, the main street going through Salies
I have now been able to walk through town; the water has receded and left a brownish yellow mud all over everything. There are large water trucks washing the streets as best they can. People drag mud stained objects from their stores and restaurants, their offices or homes and place them in piles beside the doors. Someone is on the phone with the insurance company. Most places have had more than four feet of water and mud in their places and everything is ruined; it will take weeks to clean it all out. I do not want to take pictures; I feel it would be rude.
The owner of the Grignotine where I often eat gives me a kiss on the cheek; I ask if there was much damage. She shakes her head and grimaces, her eyes are sad. The owner of the Café I go to every afternoon, the one that has the most delicious icecream, is hauling stuff covered with mud out into the street; her café offers a book-Exchange service for free, and they are now all books that no one will ever read again. I peer into the darkness in her café. The degree of destruction is unbelieveable: nothing is left untouched except the ceiling.
On my way home, I head to my friend Isabelle’s house. I have crossed my fingers that she managed to stop up the door well enough to avoid the water from coming in because she has just spent the better of two weeks doing a thorough cleaning of her house and she was so proud a couple of days ago when she announced that all was done. No. She has not escaped. Her son and his girlfriend are slushing out the mud and the contents of her kitchen -all brown and filthy- are standing by her door in the street. I don’t stay long: I have the dogs and can’t help.
Slowly I head home, the weight of the disaster weighing on my shoulders. I feel sad and tired, very tired.
7 thoughts on “AND THE SKY DID FALL… ON SALIES DE BEARN”
What a disaster! So sorry for your lovely little town. Is this a one-off, or has this happened before? Hope the clean-up will go quickly, but I fear many people will have a hard time coping with this.
This happened some 60 years ago; smaller flooding since but never this bad since way back when.
I am soooo sorry to see all of this. I hope you are okay and I pray that soon all will come back to as normal as possible. I can imagine how all those persons feel. I don’t know how I could be of any help but if anything I would be glad to do so.
How sad!! What a shame . Such a beautiful place covered in water. I am sure this is something that rarely happens, all due to the atmospheric changes. My heart is with you and with all Salies. I hope soon you will send a picture all restored.Love to all.
Lo siento tanto!! me parece increíble que apenas hace poco lo vi en toda su belleza, y ahora así, los desastres naturales son impactantes.
Hi there. Thanks for your story and the excellent photos. Unfortunately one of those houses is ours and it flooded to the 1st floor (2nd by US standards). We live 7,000 miles away, in Las Vegas. Now I’ve found you I’ll be following you. Thank you again.
Thank you Kimberly, and I am sorry to hear about your house. Hope you have managed to get everything back in order. Welcome to this blog, although I am at present working on a book and not doing much blogging any more. Still, there is plenty of back log to read.