I guess I am going to put some posts up without photos, and add them later. Sorry in advance!
For the title I was inspired this summer by the Normandie Impressioniste festival happening this summer in Normandy. Because it’s so wet there, the plants grow like mad, and just about everyone I know in Normandy has at least one vegetable plant, or an apple tree. Sometimes, as they push their way through the countryside alongside dilapidated houses or farms, it makes for wildly impressive, verdant scenes. I even found one structure with an old oven inside. I wonder if it still works.
(a shining example of my photo issues on the blog)
The people, too, have captivated my thoughts for several years now, too. I’ve found them to be exceptionally warm and generous, once you get past that initial, stony, stoic front. At least in my surrogate French hometown, there is always lots of activity, from cultural shows, to rock festivals, to sporting events, to just making preserves or searching for mushrooms. One of the best aspects there is that everyone tends a bit of a vegetable and herb garden, even if they have to rent a corner of public land to have it. As a result, I was treated to true salads, raspberries, and chard straight from the ground.
Oh, and really, even though that wedding I had to go to took up most of the day, Saturday is the town’s only market day, and I had to sneak out the town square to take all of the sights and sounds in, as well as look for some old acquaintances (it’s a habit, for better or for worse!). It feels like stepping into the Disney version of “Beauty and the Beast.” Everyone says “Bonjour” because it’s the polite thing to do–even when they enter the post office or book store. I only snapped a few photos, including cheese and vegetables.
Our time in Normandy was short, but it felt like a return to humanity. Heck yes, we took the time for 2 hour apératifs, slow, languorous meals, and interminable conversation. It might have been rainy and cold outside, but it’s always warm around a Norman table.