On the road to Charleville

Author: ; Published: Sep 13, 2011; Category: Travel; Tags: None; No Comments

Before crossing the border between Spain and France, we almost missed a roadside sign announcing¬† a puppet museum – there aren’t so many of these in the world (we wish there were more), and we never expected to see one in this very small village in the Pyrenees. Amazingly, there was also a museum of popular religion in this town, Abizanda.¬†

In Spain everybody was outside until late at night. Drinking, talking, hot. After crossing the border through the tunnel and getting to France we experienced a complete change: nobody in the streets, everything closed. And cold. Where are the people? We see a little movie theater, we entered to see the latest Almodovar movie. The movie theater is full. The movie is a disappointment… none of the wonderful craziness that older Amodovar movies have.

The town is Oloron-Sainte Marie where Muriel Heineman, an American actress and theater director who died 2 years ago taught theater to the children of the Spanish Republicans refugees in France in 1947.

We headed in the direction of Bordeaux. Wine, cheese and Goya. Every time we stopped to have a picnic lunch, we found delightful small areas near rivers – old concrete tables in bucolic settings… and everywhere we looked, there was GREEN… and we are asking each other, “Do you remember why we came to live in the desert?”



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