These pix are from the Cathedrale D’Images in Les Baux de Provence, an abandoned quarry that has become the backdrop for a media gallery like no other. This year has focused on Vincent Van Gogh…images of his art is projected onto the large limestome walls. Classical music is played while the images change. It’s amazing!
This was the only day that was cold and rainy. We went to the town of Les Baux, which was an old fortress and now is a very fascinating town. Tucked into the hillside we found a little restaurant and ordered hot wine…oh, I’ll never forget how good it felt to put our cold hands around the warm mug! What is it about contrast that makes moments stand out truer, sharper, more cemented in memory than other moments? 
Hi Suzanne,
I am what I believe is referred to as a “lurker” on your blog. 🙂 I’ve been enjoying it for several months, since I heard you speak at the RHCC women’s luncheon in May. Anyway, you always have interesting, pithy items which I enjoy, but I finally had to come out of the shadows when I saw the pictures of Les Baux and the quarry exhibit. My husband and I were there 10 years ago, and were totally captivated by that little town! It was fun seeing your pictures and reliving our fun time back when life was a little less complex (in other words, before kids!).
In addition, I too am fascinated by the Amish. My parents and my parents-in-law both live in areas near the Amish. As a matter of fact, there was an interesting story on Sunday/Monday near Springfield, MO (where my parents live). You may have heard about it- an Amish father was putting his little 3-year-old daughter into a buggy when the horse got spooked and ran off. No one was in the buggy with the little girl at the time. At some point, the child fell out of the buggy and her location was unknown. 100 people searched in vain for her that day. An “English” lady heard the story on the news, and determined that she would look as she drove to work the next day. In the ditch the next morning she saw what looked like an old black garbage bag. She stopped, realizing this could be the child. With trepidation, she approached the black bundle, touched her face and discovered it was still warm (Praise the Lord), and picked up the little girl. As she snuggled and held her, the scared-to-death child cried out, “Mama!” (now doesn’t that give you chills!). The lady took the child in her car to the appropriate authorities and the rest is history, as they say.
All that to say that I appreciate and enjoy your blog! Keep up the good posting!
Lisa Stevens
Hi Lisa!
I’m so glad you posted a comment! Do you remember what the exhibit at Les Baux was when you were there? It changes every year. I can’t get over the music they played, too…I think that whenever I hear those music pieces, I’ll mentally drift right back to a cold day in France, shivering in that quarry!
And thank you for passing on that story about the little Amish girl, too. I hadn’t heard about it but will see if I can dig up some info about it.
Please keep in touch! ~Suzanne
Oh, my…. what exhibit was at Les Baux when we were there…. I can’t remember any more. I just remember the curiosity of having art images projected on the walls inside a chilly quarry!
A side note about Van Gogh- we stopped at the little cafe (in Arles) which was the model for his painting “The Cafe Terrace” and got WAY overcharged for a Coke! I’m sure the waiter was thinking “Oh those DUMB Americans!”
Thanks again for your fun and interesting blog posts!
Lisa Stevens