|In France, radishes are served with sweet butter as an appetizer|
|This is one grass pile I'll have trouble burning, it's a keeper|
|Strangely, the local beavers don't DO anything with the trees they fell, except for chewing on the remains|
In spite of grey skies and cold wind (5 degrees), I took two sets of visitors up to FLORAC last week, one of the villages in the Cevennes National Park that I really have come to love. Now, whether it's the setting (striking cliffs loom over the village) or the architecture (stone buildings that have darkened over the centuries) or the main-street cafe that serves fresh rainbow trout with the best french fries in the WORLD... yes, it may well be that last item on the list. That was my lunch twice last week and both times I came away happy, ready to drive the narrow and windy route back down to Anduze and home again, a trip of two hours, perhaps a little more... whereas the national road from Ales up to Florac is a wide, beautifully surfaced highway, the departmental roads in the back country can be narrow enough for only one car at a time, so passing is a matter of politesse and prayer (that you won't have to back up or down while on a curve.... ) Anyhow, enough chatter... here's how the Cevennes looked last week....
|This is a view on the way up to the hills, at Col Jacreste (832 m)|
|It was a gloomy day for photos, but still pretty lovely, no?|
|Note the incongruous modern windows to the right of the door!|
|But it was worth waiting for, wasn't it? the perfect little fountain?|