Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Above: the ramparts of the hilltop town were sheer, with no safety barriers. If you slipped you would go right over. People must fall over all the time.
Above: the west front of Amiens cathedral (toured in the company of philistines).
Above: Le Touquet in the evening. In a local restaurant the menu was in French, but had a brief line in English underneath each choice. I liked the sound of stuffed marrows and so ordered this vegetarian option. A plate of long bones was brought to me, split open to reveal the cooked marrow. I have seldom been so nauseated. Everybody laughed.
Above: in search of crusaders we went into the abbey church.
Above: in a side aisle was a case of reliqueries. Among the withered fingers and drops of congealed blood was a long-bone wrapped in silver but partially revealed. All the nausea of Le Touquet returned.
La France profonde.