Guitar player: Are there any foreigners here?
Voice 1: Yes! I’m from the UK!
Me: I’m from Sweden!
Voice 2: And we’re from Piégon!
Piégon? That’s the village just next door, a mere kilometer from Mirabel-aux-Baronnies. The exchange above took place at an aperitif concert (very nice!) with the semi-local band Bluesville (from San Francisco and Belgium, but reportedly with connections to Mirabel) in the new local art centre, X Inspirations. I’m very proud that there is an art centre in our tiny village.
Most exciting animal spotted on the way to Rosans, about an hour to the east of Mirabel: vulture. Yes, it is true. Vultures were reintroduced in this mountainous area, where the Alps make a timid start.
Number of inhabitants spotted in the medieval village centre (where the houses were clearly inhabited): zero.
Number of abandoned red fluorescent chairs seen: one.
There were interesting stairways, leading to heaven and to locked doors. There was an eerie metallic sound that could be heard all over the village. What it was I don’t know.
Number of tourists encountered: four. They were Spanish.
Number of abandoned cafés: one. Number of lively cafés: one.
Best artist in the village: Marion Richaume, ceramist, inspired by the tree of life. Her atelier is named after the moon.