ROQUEFORT – MONT-DE-MARSAN

 

First you paint a cage

With it’s door open

Then paint

Something nice

Something simple

Something lovely

Something useful

For the bird……..

                         Jaques Prévert

 

 

Les Landes with 2.5 million acres of forest was a long stretch for me too to walk through. I started to memorize the last poem I had taken with me, the poem of Jaques Prévert “ To Paint a Picture of a Bird (Poure faire le portrait d’un oiseau).

 

 

The white sand I was walking on was ideal for making patterns.

The white sand I was walking on was ideal for making patterns.

 

After hours of walking on former railroad tracks, I reached the village of Bostens, where I entered the church. A recording of Verdi’s Ave Maria was starting to play. The music went right into my heart. The many hours of solitude had made me very receptive.

 

 

Apsis of the Romanesque church in Bostens

Apsis of the Romanesque church in Bostens

 

 

In the village of Gaillères, I had lunch in the Restaurant “Au Coeur des Landes.” I enjoyed the French cuisine and had for the first time a dessert called “Gateau Basque”, a cake typical for the Basque country. It showed me that I was coming closer to the Spanish border.

 

 

Gothic church in Gaillères

Gothic church in Gaillères

 

 

Poppy and I

Poppy and I

 

 

View from the attic of the church

View from the attic of the chur

 

In the town of Bougues, I met the German biker Michael. He planned to stay overnight in the same refuge in the town Mont-de-Marsan, six miles away from Bougues. He promised to tell the hospitaliér that I was for sure coming.

 

 

Marker of the Way in Bourgues.

Marker of the Way in Bourgues.

 

 

Michael on his bike riding on former railroad tracks

Michael on his bike riding on former railroad tracks

 

During the last hours to the town of Mont-de-Marsan, I started to recite the Heart Sutra and forgot the burning feet and all the other aches from walking miles and miles on the hard asphalt.

 

 

View to the city of Mont-de-Marsan with Gothic house

View to the city of Mont-de-Marsan with Gothic house

 

Thanks to Michael, the hospitaliér did wait for me and showed me the room where I could stay. It was a very nice place. I bought the dinner in a boulangerie close by. When I entered the bakery, the space was filled with the soft sound of hundreds of humming bees. They discovered the sweetness of the cakes and where crawling all over cookies and cakes. Nobody seemed to care.

 

 

wasps on the cakes

wasps on the cakes