48500 Saint-Saturnin, France
Lost in Languedoc Wine CountryThe sun-blessed landscape around Saint Saturnin moves from green vines into carmine-earthed scrub to the amazing moonlike outcrops of the Garriques, a fusion of deliciously scented scrub of wild thyme, rosemary, lavender and marjoram.
As I walked through it I couldn’t help but be transported into the film, Jean de Florette, complete with soul-wrenching music and a cast of characters whose faces spoke eloquently of the hard graft of growing carnations without water and playing too many sessions of boules under the hot August sun. Wasn’t that Gerard Depardieu now trudging down the dusty track, panniers strapped to his hunch, with his family in tow and that little mule laden with water receptacles of all kinds making their way down to get water from a neighboring well? I want to shout over to him about the abundance of water on his own property, but he’s too distracted by his own determination to be able to hear me.