Saturday, June 19, 2010

An Artist in the Family, Cave Dwellings, and Knives

Saturday morning the 12th, we drove to Les Martes de Veyre, where Khadidja's ex-husband Scott Martin lives. Gabriel has always lived with her, including her years overseas teaching in Nova Scotia and North Dakota. This is the first time in 21 years that Gabriel is living with his father.



Scott is a Canadian who has been living in France for 20 years. His French is flawless. He is an IT guy, but also a photographer who manipulates his photos to enhance the colors and the depth. Quite beautiful. Scott generously gave Helene and me several of his photos.



Back in Monton, Gabriel took us on a tour of a convent that has been converted into a B&B and of the cave dwellings. During the religious wars of the 17th and 18th centuries, people started living in these caves. They were occupied until the 1950s, then by refugees from eastern Europe.





For lunch we had grated carrots and beets, bread, butter, tomatoes, sausage, cheese, yogurt, and strawberries.

In the afternoon, we drove to Thiers, what had once been a thriving knife-producing city. Though some of its factories are in ruins, many still remain open. We toured the knife museum and a workshop. The guide explained how, in the old days, men would lie on their stomachs over a grindstone for hours at a time. Dogs would lie on their legs to keep them warm. Also, as the dogs got up and repositioned themselves, the men would in effect get a mini-massage to keep the circulation in their legs going.



Thiers also had a few fine examples of medieval architecture.











Though no one else seemed excited about the factories by the river that were in ruins, I certainly was. I love photographing ruins.



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Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.

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