A Sprained Ankle and a Weekend in Normandy
I’ve been hard to find on the web lately. About ten days ago, I had a terribly embarrassing fall right in the center of Tours – running to save a parking place, I missed the sidewalk and crashed. I won’t even go into the disdainful looks I got from the snotty French ladies sitting around the place where this happened, literally ading insult to injury. The result, in addition to lots of scrapes and bruises, was a badly sprained ankle – for a few days I was pretty immobilized.
That’s about the only thing I drew for a week or two – I was working on an oil painting, but I probably should have left it alone. Maybe I’ll post it tomorrow, or maybe I’ll just throw it away.
That’s behind me now – other than stiffness and slight swelling, I’m doing pretty well. We just came back from an amazing weekend in Etretat – a seaside resort in Normandy, close to where we used to live. Michel’s cousin and her husband bought a hotel there fifteen years ago, and they invited the entire family to celebrate the end of the mortgage. We took over all 60 rooms, and they treated us like royalty. On Saturday night there were over 400 of us drinking champagne and eating things like foie gras and grilled scallops.
I was too busy drinking toasts to get any pictures on Saturday, but here are a few shots of smaller events – a dinner in the restaurant on Friday night and a buffet outside before we left on Sunday. That’s Léonard, the patron, proposing one of the many toasts of the weekend.
Here’s a shot of the view from the terrace, and me drawing on the beach Saturday morning:
Etretat is known for it’s beautiful white cliffs – when I was drawing on Saturday morning there was still a lot of fog around.
This is getting to be a long post – so more to come later.