We’re on the road again today. No time for a proper post, but I thought I’d share the view from our dinner table the other night.
We were on an outside terrace in this tiny little village. There was the view of this church from our table in the the fantastic restaurant (Auberge Bardigues) . There didn’t seem to be a population of much else; except for the riotous racket of frogs.
I wish I had a soundtrack to this picture so you could hear it. Imagine sound that envelops you in a froggy fantasia.
Of course, I’d also like to add a smelltrack so you’d inhale garlic, red wine, fresh bread, lamb and cinnamon-scented pigeon…
What lovely light on the stone and lovely description of the froggy symphony. The menu “sounds” marvelous, too! Look forward to more postcards from France…
Merci Lesley…I am working on more postcards right now. I am taking so many photos. It’s always a treat when one of them works 🙂
Gorgeous photo and I love the idea of a froggy soundtrack. They’re so endangered it’s great to hear they’re thriving somewhere in the world.
Hey Michele. I love that photo too. The lighting was so perfect. And yes, these frogs were most definitely thriving. I’ve heard frogs before, but never to that extent and with that much variety. Some of them sounded like they were laughing in a rather maniacal way. It was hard to believe they were even frogs…
Beautiful photo,
thanks so much for sharing!!
I love living vicariously through you!
Thanks Laurie. Glad you liked the photo. I’m feeling very inspired around here. Might have to take up painting when I get home!
The frogs…. Yes Colleeen, they always remind me of France when I hear them croaking. I remember when I went to French Congo when I was 18, you could hear the frogs there as well, croaking all night in the relentless heat.
Reading your above answer. Yes, the French take eating seriously. It is not a means to an end but a pleasure, taken “en famille”, where members speak of the experience of their day, relating to each other with a good meal and a glass of wine. That’s living for you !
Thanks for validating my answer. Nice to have someone like you, who has spent way more time than I have in France, confirm my impression. Most businesses shut down for a couple of hours over lunch so that it can be a relaxing affair. I just love their relationship, and commitment to food. There is such intensive agriculture and keen interest in where their food is sourced, right down to the chickens with their heads still on so you can identify the type of bird. And the cheeses! Oh my, don’t even get me started on the variety of cheeses.
Hmmm, cinnamon-scented pigeon. This vegetarian is not finding that especially appetizing, but the garlic and fresh bread cause salivation.
I’d enjoy the frog fantasia as well as the spectacular view. How wonderful that you are blissing out on it all.
Dear Vegetarian 🙂 granted if you really think about it, the pigeon plan might be a little daunting. But flaked and rolled into a flakey pastry, it’s pretty darned good. And we all agreed that we had never heard such a cacophony of froggage with so many variations on the usual frog sounds. Crazy and grand. And yes, I’m definitely paying attention to these moments.
I think it is a stunning photo. I also think it is stunning that a “tiny village” would have a “fantastic” restaurant! How in the world do they earn a living with no populace? And if tourism, how does the village stay tiny?
So many unanswered questions!
Hey Jana, this kind of thing happens everywhere. And it’s not so much tourists that drive the business (in fact, I don’t know how anyone would ever know about it. We were taken there by friends who live in the area for six months each year). It’s more that the French take food very seriously and will drive wherever they can to eat at a great restaurant. As far as I can see this entire culture is based around food and holidays!