Journal
A Rainy Week In Southwestern France
- After leaving Spain we drove north, past French Basqueland and into the Parc Naturel Régional des Landes de Gascogne for a night outside of Sabres. In the morning, we drove into town and bumped into the twice-weekly farmers’ market, which was perfect because we needed veggies and cheese.
- The weather was terrible so we kept driving, through Bordeaux and close to Angoulême to visit a second natural regional park, the Parc Naturel Régional Périgord-Limousin.
- Regional natural parks in France are “inhabited rural areas recognized at a national level for the value of its heritage and landscapes which form part of a concerted sustainable development effort to protect and promote that heritage”, according to a brochure I got of activities and patrimonial sites in Brantôme. Périgord-Limousin has a five point action plan to work towards that:
- Point I: improve water quality in the three heads of the drainage basins
- Point II: preserve the diversity
- Point III: encourage improvement of local resources as part of a sustainable development drive
- Point IV: combat climate change
- Point V: strengthen local identity and social networks
- It’s inspiring to see local communities (network of villages, museums, nearby castles, restaurants, workshops and seasonal, holiday businesses) organize to promote economic good and environmental sustainability.
- The problem for us is we’re passing through in March. It’s low season, so many things are closed or unavailable due to weather. It’s been raining off-and-on the whole week, with only a few moments of fleeting sun before being swallowed by the clouds. There aren’t as many hiking trails around these parks.
- There hasn’t been much of an opportunity to meet French people this trip either. Everyone is at work, school, or inside and we haven’t visited any hotels, restaurants, or cafés.
- In any case, we have a destination and we keep ourselves pointed that way. How is southwestern France? Beautiful, green, rainy, somnambulant, elusive.
Christchurch
I can’t process the loss of fifty beautiful souls in masjids Al-Noor and Linwood in Christchurch. I can only recite al-Fatiha for the dead, and send love and good vibrations to the ones they leave behind.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un.
We belong to God, and to him we are returning.