LA GRANDE LESSIVE - WASHING

Panoplie complète du parfait cycliste pour déambuler et frimer dans les rues en pente du village de Gorbio (cf à Menton Daily Photo de Jilly pour tout visiter) à céder pour cause de changement de sport. Manque le vélo qui a catégoriquement refusé d'éxécuter un tour de roues de plus, et s'est retrouvé abandonné en contrebas des routes sinueuses qui montent de Menton à Gorbio. Manquent également les lunettes qui, comme chacun sait, continuent d'être utiles en toute autre occasion à Gorbio, comme partout ailleurs dans le Sud.


To Sale Complete cyclist's outfit to wander and to show off in the sloping streets of the town of Gorbio (see Menton Daily Photo of Jilly for a complete visit). Sold because the owner changed his mind about sport. Missing the bicycle that has refused to go further, and has been abandonned below, on the winding roads that go up to Gorbio. Missing also glasses, that , as everybody knows, keep to be useful in whatever occasions in Gorbio, or elsewhere in the South of France.

Comprend les protections pour toutes les extrémités.....

Including protections for all ends....

MÉMOIRE - MEMORY

Un vénérable vieillard regarde passer le temps sur la place principale de Gorbio.

Il s'est enraciné là, comme les autres vieux du village aux heures fraîches.

Chaque sillon, chaque ride incrustée témoigne du temps qu'il a vu défiler.

Il renferme tous les secrets de la vie d'ici.

A venerable old man is looking at the time, passing, in the main square of Gorbio.

He put down roots here, as the other old people of the village, in the cool hours.

Every furrow, every wrinkle inscrusted shows the time he has seen coming and going.

He is the secret keeper of the life from here.

Les années l'ont vidé, creusé son corps, mais il résiste en puisant dans ses racines la force de surmonter son grand âge.

Years emptied himself, furrow his body, but he stands the test of the time, drawing on his roots the strength to overcome his age.




On vient s'asseooir à ses côtés, dos à dos, sans un mot, partager sa séculaire sagesse .

One comes and seats next to him, back to back, without a word, sharing his age-old wisdom.

Orme planté 1713

Elm planted in 1713.

Gorbio is a french village just on top of Menton,

and still made part of Italy during this period.

That's the reason why, it is written in italian.

Mon amie Jilly révèle dans son blog Menton Daily Photo de nombreux secrets de Gorbio, prenez le temps de lui rendre une visite.

If you want to know many secrets about this wonderful Gorbio, visit my dear friend Jilly at Menton Daily Photo.

OLIVIER DE LA PAIX - OLIVE TREE OF PEACE

Gorbio Juillet 2009

S'asseoir à l'ombre de l'olivier.
Les odeurs de lavande que la chaleur libère.
Ecouter les voix derrière les volets toujours clos.
Profiter du calme de cette petite place à la Pagnol à l'heure où personne ne sort.



Sitting down under the shadow of the olive tree.
Scents of lavander that warmth reveals.
Listening to voices behind the always closed shutters.
Making the most of the peace of this little village square at the time when nobody gets out.

NO BORDER INDEED

You ask for pictures ? Here you are!

First of all, let's place where we were.


Agrandir le plan

And set in time : To sum up , I don't want to play the teacher, but you must know that this area was a possesion of the Savoie, and an Italian possession . In 1861, Italia gave it back to Napoléon III. Too bad, you, Italian, had not kept it on your side. Sorry, I regret, they're ours now : )

Now you can understand the similarity on the both side of the border.
You get VINTIMIGLIA on the Italian side : And Menton 15 kms on the French side Menton Old city:



nd Sospel in the montain 15 kms at the North of Menton

Then Nice old town :

You know what unify all this cities, their vivid colors, their architecture, their markets, their heart because they remain animated and alive, and Italian and French language is spoken indifferently every where, and by most of the residents.

And these little details in the daily life which remind us that we were a great Catholic country during all our History, and we've forgotten it, little by little

Menton, specific front with trompe-l'oeil shutters, and a blessed Virgin.

An other Virgin in old Menton, with all its simplicity.

Sospel, surrunding wall with an other Virgin and Jesus.

And many others in many the towns of this area.

Hope I share with you a little breath of the spirit of such old towns, until an other post about the subject.