Ceramics and Other Exhibitions
After an amazing Saturday night, I had a laid-back Sunday, despite the gloomy weather. I discovered a ceramics exhibition, visited a brilliant city museum, and enjoyed a photo exhibit.
I forgot to mention something from yesterday. On my way home, I may have witnessed a fire. I was already in the Les Baux area when I noticed a bright spot on the southern horizon. I stopped at the castle to get a better look. It was about fifteen kilometers away, so I can only assume it was a fire; it was too bright for artificial lights. In that direction, there are the villages of Maussane, Crau, and Mourès. A fire that far away in this crispy dry area could reach us within a few days. Since then, I haven’t found any confirmation in the news. Thankfully, my fear is now unfounded, as it started raining heavily a few hours ago, and there hasn’t been any wind since yesterday.
In the afternoon, I went into town. It’s Heritage Protection Days, but I really just wanted to stroll around. While wandering, I stumbled upon a ceramics fair in Wilson Square. I found some beautiful items, mainly storage vessels like cups, vases, and plates. If I had a home, I would definitely buy some. I even hesitated over a bunny-shaped planter.
I visited the
again, as my photo exhibition pass grants me access there too. I still love this place. Some parts of the building date back to the first century, while the staircase, which elegantly connects the different centuries, was only completed in the 21st century. The wooden altar in the 16th-century church has been left untouched, and the large halls are used for temporary exhibitions – like the petanque exhibit.
I intentionally left the petanque exhibit for last because I found the topic dull. It didn’t excite me, but finally, here’s something that wasn’t sensationalist! They didn’t try to make it marketable; it was simply good photography offering a glimpse into 20th-century French everyday life. It would have been a shame to miss it.
As I was riding my scooter home, I noticed how gloomy the weather was. I tend to drink a lot of coffee before a big rain – it’s like I can feel the atmospheric pressure. What I didn’t feel, though, was my wallet in my pocket. Once again, I’d left it in the drawer. It’s hard to function in France without cash, and I struggled to find a place that accepted cards for my coffee.
I’m debating whether to go to the beach tomorrow. After all, what’s stopping me? Just the fact that I’ll get wet?
Fontvieille (where I stopped for dinner), September 22, 2024..
