Village Life Continues

There was a more local type of election today and we went up to the village to vote for the mayor. My husband isn’t happy with him and didn’t want to vote for him but, as usual, he is running unopposed. The mayor is a local guy, a farmer, who has some olive trees and vineyards. Maurice wanted him to put in some speed bumps on the road going by our house as it is being used as a short cut by many people. In fact, one day a lady roared by our car as we headed out and hit our side view mirror with hers. Luckily for us, it took off hers, not ours. She was headed up the hill to visit a relative, so she said. Anyway, the mayor doesn’t think we need speed bumps. But he, or at least the village, did do this:

This whole area was completely taken apart and rebuilt, mostly with new stones. It was all torn up the last time we saw it. Not only was it once a source of water for the village but the women could wash their clothes there. The people who live next to this used to use it as their own personal area, setting up their chairs and stringing out a line to dry their clothes on. I’m interested to see if they do it again this summer.

Here is the lavoir. Aren’t you thankful to be living in this day and age with a washer and a dryer? What a chore that must have been although I’m guessing it was a great time to socialize.

A closeup of the fountain. I think this is the only original stone remaining.

I love the shape of this flower pot.

This old olive oil press is inside the building where we voted. It was once outside across the road. This area was a big olive oil area but many trees were lost during a severe frost. There are still a couple of old trees left on our property but they don’t produce many olives.

Sideroads of Europe

5 thoughts to “Village Life Continues”

  1. Dear Linda,
    I’ve discovered your blog only yesterday, I’ve printed as much as I can and now I don’t look forward to going to sleep at night to read you! I’m Italian, 45 and, although I’m trying to improve as an illustrator, I actually make my life working for a news broadcast. But I’m dreaming to live somewhere else than Italy, which is a beautiful but awfully ruled country… a country where we’ve been loosing any sense of responsability forward the community in the last decades.
    As a matter of fact, I’ve a little house-refugee in a village in Maremma, the tuscan area along the seaside, quite a wild place where the natural landscape is still well preserved. And the last time I’ve been there I was very disappointed by a fountain the mayor has planned to build in the middle of a crossroad, just in front of a beautiful old church. He says that they’re actually re-building an old fountain, but I can’t see the meaning of spending money for somenthing that is completely made with new stones, although according to an old pattern! So, somehow the pictures you’ve published today make me feel close to Provence… Furthermore, in the lost months I’ve been looking for a small maison de village right there, just searching on the net… the point is that if even I found one (I had seen somenthing interesting in Apt, that you surely know), Provence is too far from Italy and would represent a problem for people – starting from my mother – to come and visit me over there… if I decided to move. So I’ve re-directed my search towards Nice, that is closer, still french and on the sea…
    So, nice to meet you Linda! And hope to hear from you back, you and your husband look very nice people indeed.

  2. What a great spot to vote, Linda! It’s a wonderful old olive press. My all-time favorite voting spot was the 5 years we voted in a lighthouse. We now vote in a rather ordinary fire station.

    So…been swimming yet? 🙂

  3. Don’t talk to me about mayors…. I guess anyone living in a Latin country knows about them. Communal washing – don’t think it happened on this island – too windy – but I once, in another country washed my hair under a communal pump with local girls on the other side of it doing the same and that was very nice..very communal

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