I thought I would share this little place we found, Meschers-sur-Gironde, whilst on holiday in France.
Stevie had researched this place, and discovered it had grottos to explore, and seafood.
I couldn’t help admiring the Gaura on the way down to the caves.
We saw a lot of this plant on our holiday. It looks lovely here with the soft chalky tones of the stone steps behind.
Our slightly dodgy French translating suggested that there was a long history of people living in these caves, fishing from the Gironde river. The caves have also provided a hiding place through the centuries, from grain storage, to contraband. Now there is a museum, a hotel and a café.
I have been interested in the different colour palette in this part of the world. Here there are soft sages, buff browns and grey. It is evident from the seedpods that we are approaching the end of summer.
But then the rocky crevices will be studded with bright gems of colour, like the sapphire blue of this – is it Plumbago?
And the indigo and amethyst of this Salvia.
We wound our way back up the steep steps of the cliff, and decided it was lunch-time. But first we had to walk to the restaurant. It gave me an opportunity to admire the beautiful windy streets, and majestic trees.
And of course the Renault 5.
I was not using the right camera lens for these wider shots (I was using my macro lens), but I didn’t have time to keep switching, as I was snapping away and then trying to keep up with the rest of my tribe!
But in a way, this turned out to be a good thing. I managed to get more interesting photos, I think. Peeks and glimpses.
I love the flashes of blue paint. I don’t know whether there is a local by-law which says that all paint must be blue (occasionally leaching into turquoise or green), but if there is, I support it. It is the perfect foil for the planting.
Here is Centranthus (Red Valerian):
And here’s a Hibiscus:
I may as well make use of my macro lens with this hollyhock.
And Centranthus again.
Those two are both plants I grow at home, but they look different here with the paler backdrop and different light conditions. I am always struck by how familiar plants take on a slightly different character when they are surrounded by a different palette of hues and textures from the surrounding natural materials and hard landscaping. In this part of France, foliage is less dense; the soil is drier and dustier and shrubs and plants tend to sit alone, surrounded by gravel or in pots, rather than growing into one another. There tends to be chalky stone and concrete as a backdrop, and there are sudden pops of colour from painted railings and shutters.
Oleander is a shrub I never see in the UK, and so I really enjoy it here. I love the foliage.
And I love it against the soft beige of the render and roof tiles.
Perovskia, or Russian Sage, is a plant I have long admired but never grown. I love its silvery foliage and palest lilac flowers. And it gives off a powerful aroma if you brush past it.
My macro lens was useful here for capturing the rugged texture of the wall. And how far behind the others I am.
But there was this Gaillardia to photograph.
And another Oleander.
And then of course a fisherman’s hut. More use of blue paint.
And a little more Plumbago in the planters outside the restaurant. I love this grey-lilac.
And because by now I was just in that sort of mood, I photographed the bread as we were waiting for lunch. The muted colour is much like the chalky tones of the landscape.
Then the seafood arrived, and I rather enjoyed the metallic, stony, pearly colours and textures.
With a hint of succulent flesh.
Juicy and sweet and salty and scratchy.
We needed that lemon finger bowl. And then we needed pudding, of course. Stevie feels that bitter dark chocolate is the best coda to a seafood lunch. Who am I to argue?
My spoon may have strayed into my daughter’s salted caramel ice-cream. She observed that members of the Battye family have extra long arms in order to steal one anothers’ desserts.
And then I had the prettiest coffee ever. It was tiny: the diameter of an espresso cup, but twice as tall. It continued to swirl, like Guinness, as I drank it.
Afterwards, the two younger children spent their holiday money in the souvenir shops, whilst I took a few final photos.
Do you notice the different colours, textures or light on holiday? Where are your favourite destinations for taking photos?
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