But not the Red Sea… as most of you know, France is well known for it’s beautiful wild poppy fields that scatter the countryside like smears of red paint. However, a solid red field is harder to find than one might think because they are quickly covered up with crops, leaving only a hint of red peeking out here and there. So, the group decided early on that if we came across a solid field of poppies, we would stop to take pictures, no matter where we were going or how late it would make us. As we entered the second week of the workshop, we began to feel that we were never going to find the elusive field that beckoned Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. However, one sunny day, on the way to meet Jerome at the truck stop for lunch (this truck stop in no way resembles an American truck stop, just to be clear) we spotted it. We had taken a different way than normal from the Chateau Monte-Tilly, and it seemed to be fate, because if we had gone the usual way we would not have been able to see them. Poppies. They sprawled across the larger part of a field and seemed to stretch back for miles. We drove the van right up into the field and jumped out of the van, running towards a sea of red flowers. We were running because we were excited. We were also running because Jerome was waiting for us at the restaurant and we were late. Either way, we took a few moments to drink it in, snapped a few pictures, and then forged on to lunch. Most of the group went back the next day to paint our beloved field, and the results were truly lovely. Just another magical day at La Bonne Etoile.
