Friday, 26 June 2015

France 2015 Day 11: Thinking

Last night's dinner:

The campsite Rose.

At last we're in Pineau terroir

Rouget


Had a hilarious interchange yesterday with the wine seller at the market in Teste. I asked him to recommend a red wine for drinking "ce soir".

"What will you be eating?"

"Poisson."

I thought he was going to call the police.

"Jamais, jamais, jamais. Jamais red with fish. Jamais."

Of course I knew all this, but had neither the lingo nor the inclination to explain that many decades ago I had given up any interest in matching food with wine (except for oysters, funnily enough).

Therefore, I lied.

"Sorry, I meant "canard"!"

"Ah! Canard, monsieur!" he said unctuously.

And so he pointed me in the direction of this bottle.

Result.




Early morning drumming session:

Up at 6.50am and down to the cliff top to practise the old Caixa.

A really enjoyable 70 minutes playing while looking out over the ocean below.






Then back to the market at La Teste de Buch:


Spent much of the day thinking about what I'm going to do with all this reading of and around Sartre's philosophical novel, Nausea. Actually, put pen to paper - well, fingers to keyboard.

And bought tonight's dinner.

Then some speed practice on the old drum pad whilst listening to a metronome and watching paragliders drift by the front of the cabin:






Currently listening to:

Scientist

Currently reading:



Chaim Potok

Chaim Potok was also a painter; but not a great one.
Unlike Marc Chagall, who was a great painter.

A soothing presence.

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