Yesterday Sven and Balika went to Marseille to meet with the original curator of the Pinard collection of Aleutic masks. I guess there is still a mystery of some missing masks.
Fabienne and I took the kids up the hill behind our house and we ate ham and cheese crescents, almond crescents, and cold pizza under some pine trees.
Fabienne made German pancakes for dinner. We wrapped steamed green and wax beans, spinach, and Corsican goat cheese. For dessert we spread nutella and fresh raspberries on the crepes-like pancakes. Ymm!
Today is our last full day in Provence so we drove to Lourmarin for their Friday market and soaked in the colors--yellows, reds, blues, and greens of the baskets and table linens; the smells--lavender, curries, cheese, olives,
roasted chicken, and semi-fresh fish;
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| how could cherry tomatoes be so perfect? |
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| lots of olives! |
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| sausage |
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| lavender sachets |
and the sound of the obliquitous accordion player. Balika bought soaps for gifts, Fabienne bought pottery, Sven bought an expresso maker, and I spent 6 E on a couple of olive wood spoons.
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| curries |
Next, we drove to Bonnieux, the setting for Peter
Mayle's "a Year in Provence." we walked up another winding cobblestone road to a hilltop mid- evil church and gazed at the vineyards and tile roofs below.
Balika had gone to a roof-tile factory in Corsica where she learned that the tiles used to be formed by laying the wet clay on women's thighs.
Bella demanded to find ducks to feed her lunch leftovers. Near Apt, we stopped at a lake where dozens of school kids were getting sailing lessons in tiny sailboats. Mallards preened under a weeping willow on one end of the lake. Soon Bella had disseminated her bread scraps and the new crises became the lack of food for the whole flock. We promised her more ducks to feed tomorrow.
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