French cows. (le Chinaillon)

After the swiss cows, I'm posting french cows. That's what each of us got as favors at M&O's wedding this past week end in a chalet of the French Alps. I managed to take the pic and the cows disappeared few minutes later. Yum!

Swiss Cows. (above Vevey)

Swiss cows= swiss milk = swiss milk chocolate. These cows are precious.

Lausanne. L'hermitage.

Just above the appartement we're staying in for now is l'Hermitage. Great view. Supposedly beautiful paintings inside.

Pontarlier. A chacun sa cabane...

Nicolas had invited Sam and me to the opening of a rather unusual exhibition last night in Pontarlier (Doubs - France). An editor asked several artists to make little "cabins" (would you say doll houses in english even if they are not necessarly for dolls?). These cabins were shipped to a local photographer, Gerard Benoit a la Guillaume. Then a different writer for each cabin wrote a one page text. End result: a book called "a chacun sa cabane". The exhibition gathers all the cabins in the center of the room and the pics of the cabins with the texts are hanging on the walls.

Our favorite cabin is the one above. You can see more pics of this cute project here.

What I enjoy even more are other projects from the same photographer.

He takes outstanding photographs with... milk jugs. No kidding!

I liked it so much that I joined his fan club and can be called to carry jugs

if he comes in my area to take photos. Here are some of the photos below.

There are plenty more over here. And if you get really into it, go check out the how-to pics.

Manosque. Les correspondances...

We went to Manosque two week ends ago for a festival where contemporary literature, through public readings, takes to the streets. With stages in the little town, we could listen to writers talk about their books.

(Anne Wiazemsky reading above, grand daugther of Francois Mauriac).

We also listened to Danny Laferrière who's not only a writer but a great speaker. I really enjoyed listening to him and Anne Celine who had already heard him speak in Quebec got his book autographed.

And this is where we could take the time to write a postcard. They had little special places like the three above throughout the town for people to sit and write. That weekend we could send as many postcards and letters as we wanted for free. Lovely concept! (next time let's not forget the address book).

And I just had to post this one to remember Clarika who did a concert the night before. Sam and I enjoyed her show, mixing readings with songs. Great style! (The same morning, Daphne came and drunk her coffee at the table next to ours and had a casual chat with Sam. Too bad she was sick and leaving the festival early).