We've had a dinner
party, the greatest success of which was my summer pudding. The first
time I'd made it, and it looked magnificent, I have to say. We sat
talking afterwards about books, audio books and various ways to
improve learning French/English. Barbara reads books in English to
understand the story, then listens to the audio book in French. I
read the newspapers and go to every function I think may afford me
the opportunity to talk to anyone French. Marie and I, Michel and Jon
exchange sessions in one language or the other. But we often hear people who have lived here for years saying that they still have trouble following the news or films in French. I'm not sure if that's disheartening or encouraging!
Family gardens
I've spent an afternoon
on a group bike ride in Carcassonne, along the banks of the river,
visiting “les jardins familiaux” - what we would call allotments.
It was interesting to explore the river banks, which constitute a tranquil recreational area between the old walled city and the lower town. And to hear from the gardeners how their plots are managed. This event was organized by the CAUE, an official body concerned with preserving the architecture, environment and planning of the town.
One of the "cyclists",a keen gardener. |
It was interesting to explore the river banks, which constitute a tranquil recreational area between the old walled city and the lower town. And to hear from the gardeners how their plots are managed. This event was organized by the CAUE, an official body concerned with preserving the architecture, environment and planning of the town.
From farm to farm
View over Saissac to the Pyrennees, on our way to the farms |
The stag |
He had a troupe of 44 adoring females and no competitors but he was still anxious enough to make sure of his 44 wives that he strutted round threateningly, bellowing occasionally. Then a goat farm where I made a friend for life by scratching a nanny goat's head.
Marie and Michel at the olive oil tasting table |
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