I discovered the Ariege in the 2000s. It’s a nice place, in the middle of nowhere where not much happens. Apart from gadding about amongts the trees surrounded by beautiful mountains, not much unlikely happens. Fine, you might run into the odd bear (there are 40 of them now) but the buggers are rather afraid of humans and tend to hide wherever they can. Little did we know that a few miles from our home, in Aubert, you had some of the most beautiful black marble quarries in the world. The Romans knew about it already. Now, their descendants from Carrare in Italy are coming all the way there to slice the mountain up and bring these large cubes home to serve for decoration on boats and private jets and Art too.
We discovered the quarries while going to attend a very unlikely dance show, which made for beautiful photography anyway.
The quarry was decorated with candles which gave that eerie look to everything there. I said unlikely, I didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful though.
On our way home on the old marble bridge, myriad candles lighting the way.
In a country where one wears clogs like these, anything unlikely can happen I believe. I read about the history about these clogs and it’s even more unlikey that it’s Irish visitors who apparently created or inspired them. Weird.