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A quiet lazy Sunday
A quiet lazy Sunday. Christelle's grandmother invited me for lunch. We named her Mamou. She's from the south-west of France, the Béarn to be precise, a region well-known for its good, rich cooking. I fancy Mamou's accent as she rolls her 'r's.
In the afternoon I went for a stroll in Vienne and took a few pictures which you will soon be able to see in the relevant area of my space.
The above photography is once again intended for John. We made a deal with a local farmer who grows and sells exclusively organic products. He does home deliveries and brings us once a week a large bag full of seasonal veggies and fruits. All that for the modest sum of 11 euros per bag...!
So John, .............. jealous?
[8 comments]- I have the blues...
- Today I have the blues. I have many script ideas with great potential --at least I believe--, but I seem to lack motivation. Fact is, I need a mentor. Someone with experience who could follow me, believe in me, help me with sound advices. My wife is not objective and, I'm sorry to say, lacks critical judgement. It's a terrible thing to say, I know. I don't want to hurt her. She's very special in many ways. She's "fresh" and "true". Her parents are wonderful too. Very generous, with a big heart. But, as far as writing is concerned, they're not of great help either.
"Why don't you turn to your own parents then?" you ask me! I can't. My father died when I was fifteen and my mother is a conceited person. We say suffisant in French. Of course, she doesn't do that on purpose. She doesn't realise she wallows in prejudices.
"What about yours friends? .................. My friends?! Yes. Well, I had friends when I was in England. I had friends when I was in Italy. But here, in France, it's all different. I came to live in Vienne because my wife wanted to remain near her parents. Understandable. But Vienne is a small town, with small minded people...! I don't seem to connect with them.
I'm 31, I know what I want, but I can't do it alone. I desperatly need some backup. I know I have talent. I know I can go far. I'm not being pretentious when I say that. But I'm stuck in a hole. I need someone to hold out his hand and help me getting out of it.
[7 comments] - You are ENTIRELY right.... You are an old git!
- I asked my brother to have a look at my blog. This is his "feedback":
Listen. I believe I became an old git and belong to another generation.
Your website looks good, but I dont understand the use or the need you have to flaunt yourself in public.
I say "flaunt yourself" because you share your feelings, your ideas, your states of mind... with the public at large.
If the purpose is to keep contact with your friends, then I would honestly prefer to call or chat directly on the net, or preferably see them if the distance permits it.
Let's say I would be much more interested to hear about your family than read your comments about your neighbours, Bacchus or French charcuterie.
In short, I didn't know what was a blog and, in my opinion, it is tantamount to listening to bar-room talks or street gossips that are far from constructive.
I'm sorry and I must surely disappoint you a lot, but that's what I think,
Cedric, "le vieux con" (the old git).
And here was my reply:
You are ENTIRELY right........................ You are an old git!
I don't know about you, guys, but I personaly think that this blog thing is on the contrary VERY constructive. It enables me to exchange ideas with people from different backgrounds and cultures. I believe it is an optimal instrument to broaden one's mind and forge new bonds of friendship.
I've never met anyone of you in the flesh, but it doesn't prevent me from claiming with confidence that, at this stage, we became friends. At least, on my part.
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