|Le Moulin du Verger de Puymoyen|
First stop: SWANS
Behind the Salle de Marcel Pagnol lies a fast flowing river (rivière qui coule) invisible until one walks behind the rather ugly, institutional concrete wall with the grotesque grinning graffiti. I thought graffiti might be derived from the french, but no, it comes from the Italian "graffito - a little scratch," but in this case some big scratches! Originally from the Greek, meaning "to write". The ancient Romans carved graffiti on walls & monuments--here's one about disappointed love from CIL IV 1284:
|Salle de Marcel Pagnol|
"Such is the life of a man, moments of joy, obliterated by unforgettable sorrow."
I think they should have attached his name to a far more elegant building. This one fills me with "unforgettable sorrow". But when you get to the other side, & see the river laced with & dozens and dozens of "Mute Swans" - (Cygnus olor), you are filled with Joy!
I won't print the recipe in its entirety as the clamor for baked Swan seems to have died down as have the upper classes.
The French satirist, Rabelais, wrote that a Swan's neck was the best toilet paper he had ever encountered. Giving Charmin a run for its
Leaving the gliding beauties behind we head to Le Moulin de Verger, the papermill at Puymoyen, where Jacques Brejoux uses 19th and 20th century linen rags to make his exquisite handmade paper.
|The purple paper for packing fruit|
Paper was first made here in 1539 and the Moulin has been in operation for over 450 years; one of the few working papermills still producing handmade paper. Monsieur Brejoux, proprietor and master papermaker appears at the front door looking like the proverbial central casting Frenchman with beret and beard, but does not look happy to see us. Fortunately, he lights up when he recognizes Jodie, who has bought quite a few sheets of his "not for starving artists" paper.
|Jacques Brejoux, Master Papermaker|
"I love papermaking. Got hooked in college making handmade paper using the big hollander.
|L'Atelier de Fabrication|
Like most things in France, the language of love is woven throughout the paper fibers too. If you want to further your love affaire with paper, Monsieur Brejoux, il vous embrasse at the next workshop for handmade cover paper Sept. 17-21, 2012 at Le Moulin du Verger.
|Patisserie Magnac-sur-Touve,--Where the sweet tooth fairy works overtime|
Fugitive Beauty George De Gregorio
to me in a letter. A friend’s wife
had used it in conversation. My friend
is a painter who studied in Paris.
I sought his opinion on poetry.
as if it implied a criminality
I did not understand.
Did all art start that way –
alone, furtive, so coiled
in its incubation that it feared
possible success or failure?
not standing with the norm, the herd,
not strong enough
to be judged?
“Truth is beauty, beauty truth” –
a raw truth, or a new dimension of beauty,
a new adjective
to describe eagles soaring,
like prisoners breaking out.
not great, not mediocre,
but flying in its own space
against all normalcy, blasting off
to its own truthfulness,
its own freedom.