Today the wind was an incredible force. I awoke to the shutter creaking an irregular
song. The clouds were low and dark, wrapping us in mist from the Mediterranean Sea. There are names for these winds, Autan and Marin. That is just how alive that they feel. A good bit cooler than the evening before, a skirt became jeans with an added jacket just in case, as we set off for the
country market of Saint Affrique.
The vegetables, fruits, 
meats, pastries, cheese, oysters, paella, and such! Just a few pictures to give you a flavor of all the good stuff.
After lunch the sky had evolved into a most brilliant blue. Sweaters were shed on the way to the Chateau de Montaigut. (Different
spelling but it sounds like the famed house of Shakespeare’s Romeo.) Storybook, really, set high on a hill in a landscape made red by rusted iron in the soil.
And the wind at the castle’s lookout! It definitely was a
hold-on-to-your-glasses-and-nose-and-teeth moment.
The dark clouds returned as evening approached. Now, after dinner, the shutter creaks wildly about. Whatever will that unseen spirit blow in tonight?