Sadly, the time has come to say au revoir to our friends here
in very French France.
But while we wend our way home,
with a little cultural stop to see the Bayeux Tapestry en route,
I want to share yet another brilliant experience we had with you.
Look up the French word Sabot,
and enter the world of clogs…
Beautiful wooden clogs.
We have visited Elisabeth and Alain several times here,
and I have always admired their sabots;
in particular because they wear their indoor slippers inside the wooden clogs, so slip out of them when they come inside,
and thus already have indoor shoes on!
I do like a clever clog.
Ha!! Maybe that’s where the expression comes from!!
Well, I decided I would like a pair, because to get to my artroom above the garage, I have to traipse through le jardin.
I am forever on off on off with the shoes, or going over in my slippers, then getting caught in the rain.
It’s a pain in the derriÈre.
So, the four of us went to the Sabot shop.
What an eye opener!
Beautiful, handcarved and handfitted.
There’s even a pair for my lad Mark here too!
(two pairs of his shoes fill the hallway!)
And here are the inside slippers.
when you have huge feet to start with,
like me – 43 – aka 9 –
they ain’t never gonna look dainty…
not so bad with just the Rupert Bear slippers.
Add a wooden bateau to each foot
and you’ve got a FLEET !!!
Is this where the expression fleet of foot comes from?
Because I could hardly run for a bus in these!
Fitted by one of the last living Sabottiers,
Monsieur Claude Simon.
These ain’t coming off. Ever.
He comes from a long and proud line of men
who craft these fantastic yet practical shoes…
These ones made us laugh.
I suppose you..
Until you realise the footprint is arse about face!
So you can’t be followed or tracked
if you are looking for truffles in the forest!!
It will always look as though you are walking in the other direction!
Ooh. Do I need a pair?
Here are mine,
built to fit.
Snug and incredibly comfortable.
And a moose for each clog…
|There’s a moose loose in the hoose…|
I could use them as a little come on…
If I put both Mooses in one clog by the bedroom door,
then provided he doesn’t trip over them and break his neck,
Dave will know it could be his lucky night….
So there we are.
A visit to the sabotier.
Nice man. Very nice man.
And a fab souvenir to remember this place
every single day,
when I trip up the wooden stairs in my wooden boats!
|Paul GAUGUIN (1848-1903)
Love and peace,