Monday, August 5, 2013
Hope can always cope.
Our collection of artisinal earthenware grows ever larger. This year three very large breakfast cups ( 'robust' says 'the font' ), a glazed bowl decorated with stylised palm fronds and two enormous bright red egg cups join the prior years purchases in the cellar. In the garden a very large pot bought from a potter with a Lenin beard and a frayed straw hat. He'd said that he'd not sold anything in weeks. It weighs sixty kilos and needs two CC's to carry it home.
Monday morning. The whole of France is on holiday but not the local womens cooperative. Aude,the decaratirce,and her shaven headed friend in bib overalls show up to do some plastering. They were supposed to be here in mid-May. '' Where are you going on holiday ? " I ask the tobacco chewing lady as she unloads a cement mixer from the back of the van. '' Holiday ? Too busy for holidays ! ". This said in a way that would lead you to believe it's only men who need vacations. Bob and Sophie observe their arrival and the building of the scaffolding in engrossed silence.