We (all 4 of us and the dog) had a week long road trip of meandering and finding cheap accommodations thru air b+b: in mobile homes, on an American horse ranch, sharing a tiny studio with bunk beds on the Atlantic coast and a top floor of an apartment building near the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. We saw some great stuff but back at home everyone was grateful to retreat into the privacy of their own rooms...
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Painting the bridge at Chantemerle, Bedoués, France. |
Shout out to Paige Celestin, our American in France who invited us to experience the Festival de la Soupe in Florac, France, which fell during the kids' school holiday. Her cousin Nicole runs
Camping Chantemerle in Bedoués and we rented an impeccable "motor home" cabin for the weekend. It is right on the gorgeous Tarn River, which (supposedly) has the cleanest water and air in all of France. We plan to return in the early summer because we didn't get a chance to swim, kayak, canoe or go canyoning. Frank spent his mornings all bundled up capturing the tiniest bit of light that was granted him on the river and bridge...see the sweet piece above....
We twisted and turned through the Tarn region which is ridiculously gorgeous...houses built right up to vast stone walls, mossy waterfalls, all of which seem to spring up out of nowhere.
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School vacation Road Trip....The Blue Route...Rognes-Florac-Tauteval ranch-Barcelona-Zaragoza-Biarritz |
Frank and Jorgie painted on the Tarn while we walked and collected chestnuts to roast later at the ranch..
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Soup kids, Conrad, Arlo and Jorgie, hanging at a stove....
Lively and funky Florac on the Tarn, fringed with painted soup pots and meandering streets with interesting shops, products and artisans....We spent some time driving up and down and visited teeny villages and found endless pastures and stone walls and cows and clouds galore.... |
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Like us, many were glamping to go to Florac for the festival. The whole village cooks soup and serves it up on decommissioned wood burning stoves plopped on the sidewalk. Others make pottery soup bowls on a string and you each buy one, wear it around your neck and go from pot to pot. The village decorates with painted soup pots hanging everywhere and there are pop up kitchens and bars and bands and pocket musicians playing the hurdy gurdy, a strange as hell "caravan of curiosities" by 2 fab goth-ish sisters with stuffed ferrets, things in jars that used to be living...and many spectacles.
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Incredible open pastures up above Florac and Bedoues |
Making our way towards Barcelona, I planned a night on an American Horse Ranch. No one like the idea, but I persevered. Nick the French Cowboy, his GIGANTIC guard dog Bucky (who was muzzled) greeted us with Yvette, the lovely Aussie intern. They fed us a dinner of stew and sangria while Nick told us about his years as a young cowboy in Wyoming/Montana, all the rodeos, mechanical bulls ridden and trophies earned, the proof of which was up on the dusty shelves all around the saloon. Please note the snow in the Pyrenees beyond the horses....There is Bucky, on guard and dwarfing the ranch house.
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Paint Horses on the Ranch |
We drove thru the coastal towns of Collioure and Bayuls sur Mer but it was rainy and miserably chilly so no dawdling as we crossed into Spain, where they're no customs or anything. I see that as a FREE PASS to have forgotten our passports! (missed opportunity there)
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Unicorn gargoyle in Barcelona... |
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A rainy night while glamping...Hair by Arlo |
Loose the beard and I'm, uh....well, think you're kind of cute, Frank;)
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