Monday, March 06, 2006


The mighty mistral is blowing at an unbelievable amount of miles per hour. The house didn’t fall down but we did lose three roof tiles in the night, and the old needleless Christmas tree we thought well anchored by bricks flew to our front door to greet me as I opened it to the lunatic wind-glare. Meanwhile, the folk in the market all gasped to each-other:

“Il soufflait cette nuit, hein?”


Anonymous The Incurable Insomniac said...

I've always heard about these infamous winds. Being from southern California, I wonder if they're anything like our Santa Anas--hot, dry, remorseless. Having read the "Year in Provence" books, I suspect your Mistral makes our Santa Ana look tame by comparison!

7:14 PM  
Blogger ruth said...

Do the Santa Ana winds make you run when you are trying to walk?

9:33 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

Il soufflait cette nuit, hein?


reminds me of how the native Northwesterners come in from the twentieth day of winter downpour, water streaming down their faces and squelching from their shoes, & remark "Wet today, eh?"

2:24 AM  
Anonymous The Incurable Insomniac said...

Do the Santa Ana winds make you run when you are trying to walk?

Only in an occasional gust. I get your point. I don't know how you deal with it; wind make me really irritable.

9:19 AM  
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9:20 AM  
Blogger ruth said...

yes, in ancient law here you were let off for murder because of the mistral. our cat certainly goes very crazy and it is a time for being IN rather than out.

9:27 AM  
Blogger zhoen said...

Time to read Pooh and the Blustery Day.

1:09 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

love the startling image... bare trees at the roofline. it must have been an incredible wind. thanks as always for your images and story.

5:24 AM  
Blogger Maurice Colgan said...

We spent a night in an unsheltered tent with our children in a force ten gale below Yeat's famous waterfall not far from Ben Bulbin in Sligo Ireland.

"Come away oh human child to the waters and the wild, with a faery hand in hand, for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand...." W.B.Y.
Very nice blog you have!

While i'm here....... Le maire de Paris m'a remercié de ma suggestion pour une statue d'Edith Piaf il y a quelques années. Il a dit dans une lettre à moi que la ville de Paris a déjà eu des plans pour un mémorial de Piaf. Quelles sont les nouvelles ? Obtiendrons-nous une belle statue en bronze vie-classée d'Edith Piaf ? Ou un mémorial artistique d'une certaine sorte ? Est-ce que quelque chose a été conmmissioned encore ? Maurice.

7:34 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

The mistral promises blue sky and crisp light! Also dumsters tip, and kite surfs fly!

2:24 AM  

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