Now even with my merd French, I know that means water gardens.
Back in probably my favourite country, so Bonjour and a garlic eclaire for everyone. My plan is/was to retire to France but we'll see if the balls-up that is Brexit lets us do so. In the meantime, we had three nights away in the south of France away from the bin-lids. I'm sure I've been to this part of France before but I don't really remember it at all.
It was tip-top! I can see why so many Brits retire here. We stayed in a little Chambre d'haut (Spelling could be anything) in Carsac (which quickly become known as Car Sick!). There's not much to the village but it is just lovely. Enough to get by and enjoy the bucolic French idle. There was a really nice farmers' market on Sunday mornings, a couple of small bistros, a wine merchants and so on, so all that is needed for civilisation to continue.
We rocked up at Saturday lunchtime having driven from Bordeaux and sat down, in the shade, to a lunch of a couple of salads. Over the rue from the little restaurant was a sign for the Jardin d'eau. Then it was off to check in and an afternoon in the pool; it was damn chaude (could be chaud as I have no idea about genders and words!).
Sunday morning, after a brief stroll around the afore-mentioned market, we went in to Sarlat (see future post) had a wander round this lovely medevle city and then wondered what to do for lunch.
Solution: buy a picinc, go to the water gardens, eat and wander, then back to the pool for the afternoon. Sorted!
I have to say that, of course, the French families that had the same idea as us for le picinic completely out did us. We went to the market in Sarlat and had a couple of georgous quiches and fruit tarts to follow. Very nice too. They each had several cool boxes and enough food to feed an army. They know how to do the important things properly.
Le (or La) Jardin D'Eau were originally Roman and were restored at the turn of this century. Originally used to irigate farmland. The culvert that feeds them runs down hill at the rate of 1cm per metre for about 15 KMs. The centre piece of the gradens is a lake with a Japanese style bridge over it. When we were there, the lake was surrounded by the reeds you see above that had just finished flowering and so we just thick stems.
Absolutely stunning blues and an complete magnet for bees.
If only I'd known about this, I'd have bought my macro lens with me. I'm sure there's a lesson in there somewhere.
The whole lower level of the lake and lilly ponds is fed by a lovely little stream...
At the top were a series of smaller pools that show cased their amazing lilly pads.
This will be a blog about my latest shots and what I liked or was trying to do with them
I am a teacher of Economics and have worked in various schools in Europe & Asia. One of the things I love doing is getting out and about with my camera.