I lived for a year in Sanary-sur-Mer, a fishing/tourist town on the Mediterranean coast of France, about 35 miles east of Marseille. It’s a pretty town, with multi-colored fishing boats tethered to the quay and the azure Mediterranean unfolding before you. My time there did not produce the book I hoped it would, but that’s another story.
The surprising kindness of strangers can be so sweet. And it's such a bitter truth about the suppression of languages around the globe. Whe I was in NE Spain, Spanish signs had been graffittied over in Catalan, the native suppressed language.
Loved this article especially because it reminds me of a couple of days in Cassis...watching the fishermen go out in the morning and then eating the catch of the day Loup de Mer for dinner on the veranda of the hotel. Dream world!
Im discovering we have so many similarities, you and i, Richard. I’ve never studied provençal but ive heard it spoken, recited actually, by an old poet near Draguignan. It was emotional. How do you say that in provençal?
The surprising kindness of strangers can be so sweet. And it's such a bitter truth about the suppression of languages around the globe. Whe I was in NE Spain, Spanish signs had been graffittied over in Catalan, the native suppressed language.
Lovely, fresh and charming! Thank you!
I learned something new from this piece re French language . . . . .thanks
Loved this article especially because it reminds me of a couple of days in Cassis...watching the fishermen go out in the morning and then eating the catch of the day Loup de Mer for dinner on the veranda of the hotel. Dream world!
Im discovering we have so many similarities, you and i, Richard. I’ve never studied provençal but ive heard it spoken, recited actually, by an old poet near Draguignan. It was emotional. How do you say that in provençal?