Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
The weather has been sublime. Warm days, cool nights, stunning skies. I’ve been making an effort to order my thoughts. Sometimes my mind feels so full it’s like sitting on the library floor with hundreds of open books around me, each on a particular page waiting for me to check something. Or for the younger people around – a browser with so many open tabs they don’t fit on the screen any more. This process has entailed a reduction to no more than a small glass of wine per day. Terribly unpleasant, I know. This reductio ad absurdum could, of course, only occur after the in-laws visited. While they were here there was much drinking and much eating. The new dining room performed beautifully. We watched a surreal film called Stormy Weather (1943) which should be obligatory viewing for everyone to understand how people of a certain group can be cast into a particular social role(s). Fascinating.
Next Sunday is farm day on the Black Mountain (Montagne Noir). Click on the image above and you’ll see Mazamet is there at the top end of the map, to the right of Castres. If you’re interested in a rustic outing and seeing how farms work, it’s an amusing excursion. Ten of the farms offer lunch menus, all cooked on the spot, with produce from the farm itself. More information here (all in French. If you don’t speak French, well that’s just too bad, isn’t it? It means your parents didn’t love you enough to educate you properly.)
In other news you may or may not have noticed I’ve changed the name of the blog to My Mazamet. That’s part of my efforts to channel my energy into more positive, constructive endeavours. So apart from my usual rambling, I’m going to also highlight things going on around here more frequently. And continue to do it in my way, which means I’m as brutally honest in praise as I am in criticism. As I don’t accept gifts, freebies or targeted discounts, you can rest assured you’re getting a review biased only by my personal biases.