A drive through Bouvières and over the backside to Nyons in the late afternoon. Basically, I needed to get out of the house so I decided to go to see Bunuel's Simon in the Desert, a wild but short film done in the early sixties. The drive was exquisite and reminds me of how ruggedly beautiful it is here in the Drôme. At times, desolate and forlorn, but suddenly, an old stone farm appears, its blue smoke rising from it to soften the landscape.
Wasn't it Pissaro who made this so French?