Blue door

We spent several hours in the garden, planting cucumber plants, watering and having a simple lunch of sandwiches made on the spot by picking sweet onion and herbs and adding them to a baguette, some olive oil and some slices of mortadella. I was hoping for some shadows in my photos on the walk home but the sun didn't come out at all.

Last night we spent an interesting evening listening to a talk for the Cercle Occitan by the dramatist Claude Alranq about his involvement in popular drama from the 1970s until the present day. He spoke in a mix of Occitan in French, the French for the benefit of those of us, including me, who wouldn't understand everything in Occitan. He's a lively and passionate speaker and he ended with some positive thoughts on the future of Occitan culture. As always the talk was followed by a meal for about thirty of us, this time at the 'other' village bar, a bit more rough and ready than our usual one, but they put on a good meal for us. We sat with Claude Alranq's partner, among others, and she was very interesting to talk to about her work as an art therapist, politics and young people's attitudes...and lots of other related subjects. We came home feeling enriched by living in a village where there's so much culture to enjoy (and that includes the very important food and wine).