#saillagouse

Oliva's statue in Saillagouse, Roussillon region of France

Soirée Africaine à Saillagouse le 19 novembre

Le Pôle Ressources Cerdagne Capcir haut-Conflent et le comité Cerdagne de l’association « École Sans Frontières 66 » organisent un spectacle de contes, légendes, musiques africaines de François Moïse Bamba et sa compagnie « Les murmures de la Forge » ce samedi 19 novembre 2016 à la médiathèque de Saillagouse (ancien cinéma) à 18h30 (horaire et spectacle familiaux).

Ce spectacle tout public est le…

I'm not somewhere touristic, like Paris. Rather, I'm in a tiny mountain village in the Pyrenees called Saillagouse, where my grandpa lives. The old man is adorable. He's gradually reaching senility, the poor guy, so he sings to himself during every waking moment of the day, the same undefinable tune over and over. Also, there are cows that are right outside my window. They're glamorous.

Saillagouse is one of the little towns in this enormous valley that's surrounded by really high mountains. There are no towns beyond the valley because the mountains really can't sustain any. They would crumble and the people would freeze. (although there are probably a couple villages out there regardless, the French are pretty hardcore people if I do say so myself)

Anway, it's absolutely beautiful.

Also, none of those bitchy myths about the French that give them such a bad reputation are true except for the food stereotypes: we do drink lots of wine and eat a shit ton of cheese, and we do indeed walk around everywhere with bread.