The Legacy of the Fountains
When our friends bought two fountains- one in copper, and the other in porcelain- from a French man’s antique store in Sarlot during a previous trip with us, they likely expected to be placing them within the garden of their home within the standard 6-8 weeks. 9 years later, delayed by the stricter shipping regulations that followed 9/11, the fountains are still in France, crated and cornered in the basement of the same store. Our task for the day is to get these fountains home.
With my GPS and Debbie’s memory we match the logo on their business card to a sign on a building, and I explain to the store owner, who seems to take me seriously when he is not flirting with me, that it is absolutely necessary that these fountains fly to California. Eventually, it is decided that the fountains will be shipped in plastic (a new strategy) at the start of September.
Sarlot is slick yellow from the cobble stone ground to the tiled roofs of the buildings. Vacationers collect souvenirs for family at home. Together and separately they write, read, talk, listen, smoke and stare from beneath the shelters of bistro marquis.
Debbie, Amelia and I lunch at a Crêperie, and dessert is luxurious. Furnished in a thin cake skin, our coffee ice cream with candied espresso beans is flambéed with Cognac, dressed with Chantilly cream, and laced with a deep dark chocolate sauce.
Needless to say, we swarmed.
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