pour ceux qui ont abus\u00e9 de gentiane ou de rinquinquin<\/strong><\/em>
*The headache is only
for those who have abused gentian or rinquinquin<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n
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<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\nAtchoum ! Parfois, quelques fragments de physique quantique me chatouillent le nez\u2026 Je n\u2019y comprends rien, mais c\u2019est rassurant : j\u2019ai lu quelque part que si vous y comprenez quoi que ce soit en physique quantique, c\u2019est la preuve absolue que vous n\u2019avez rien compris.<\/strong> *col de la mort d\u2019Imbert<\/strong> Sneeze! Sometimes a few bits of quantum physics tickle my nose… I don’t get it, but it’s reassuring: I read somewhere that if you understand anything about quantum physics, that’s absolute proof that you didn’t understand anything.<\/span><\/strong> *col de la mort d\u2019Imbert – *Imbert death pass<\/span><\/strong> Eh bien pas d\u2019Imbert au col \u00e9ponyme, ni de Laure, mais des promeneurs enchant\u00e9s de profiter du doux soleil. Nous sommes tellement satisfaits de cette douce m\u00e9t\u00e9o que nous pique-niquons \u00e0 une table install\u00e9e l\u00e0 juste pour notre confort.<\/strong> Avant de quitter la r\u00e9gion de Manosque, nous d\u00e9couvrons les gorges de Tr\u00e9vans \u00e0 Estoublon, parall\u00e8les \u00e0 celles du Verdon bien plus c\u00e9l\u00e8bres. On choisit le sentier direction Valbonnette, c\u2019est tr\u00e8s beau, mais la mont\u00e9e tr\u00e8s raide aura raison de nous, d\u00e8s que \u00e7a devient facile nous faisons demi-tour. On n\u2019a plus vingt ans. Ni m\u00eame quarante. Ni m\u00eame\u2026 – o\u00f9 en \u00e9tais-je ? <\/strong> Nous quittons Manosque avec regret, et traversons les Baronnies sans nous presser, avec pique-nique au pied du joli village d\u2019Aurel. Nous arrivons chez mon p\u00e8re mais cette fois nous ne logeons pas chez lui : \u00e0 l\u2019avenir, s\u2019il n\u2019habite plus l\u00e0, il nous faudra aller dans un g\u00eete, alors nous commen\u00e7ons la prospection.<\/strong> Une fois nos bagages en place dans notre nouvelle demeure, nous allons prendre un rafra\u00eechissement, c\u2019est int\u00e9ressant d\u2019habiter en face d\u2019un caf\u00e9-restaurant\u00a0! Je reconnais le maire du village que j\u2019avais vu \u00e0 mon passage pr\u00e9c\u00e9dent, je vais le saluer\u00a0: il dit \u00e0 sa compagne que son grand-p\u00e8re faisait de la sp\u00e9l\u00e9o avec mon p\u00e8re\u00a0! C\u2019est comme \u00e7a que j\u2019apprends qu\u2019il est le petit-fils d\u2019Albert, Albert dont j\u2019ai un si bon souvenir, d\u00e9c\u00e9d\u00e9 maintenant (il aurait largement d\u00e9pass\u00e9 le si\u00e8cle).<\/span><\/strong> Je passerais des heures \u00e0 remuer les vieux souvenirs.<\/strong> En fin de journ\u00e9e se tient un petit march\u00e9 de producteurs sur la place.<\/strong> Retourner sur les lieux de son enfance, c\u2019est reconna\u00eetre quelque chose qui n\u2019est jamais pareil : m\u00eame si rien ne change, les ann\u00e9es changent notre regard. J\u2019avais seulement huit ans quand nous avons quitt\u00e9 ce village o\u00f9 j\u2019ai le souvenir de beaucoup de b\u00eatises que j\u2019y faisais. Il a raison, tout a chang\u00e9, y compris la possibilit\u00e9 de l\u00e2cher mes huit ans sur les chemins d\u00e9serts.<\/strong> *Le mal de t\u00eate, c’est seulement pour ceux qui ont abus\u00e9 de gentiane ou de rinquinquin*The headache is only for those who have abused gentian or rinquinquin Atchoum ! Parfois, quelques fragments de physique quantique me chatouillent le nez\u2026 Je n\u2019y … Continuer la lecture
Je pensais \u00e0 cela alors que nous suivions un fort joli sentier pour nous rendre au \u00ab ch\u00e2teau \u00bb en dessus de Manosque, tout pr\u00e8s du col de la mort d\u2019Imbert*. Je regardais la muraille d\u2019arbres : certes, il y a de l\u2019espace entre les arbres, mais si la densit\u00e9 v\u00e9g\u00e9tale est suffisante, en additionnant le premier plan avec le deuxi\u00e8me, puis le suivant et ainsi de suite, votre regard s\u2019arr\u00eate sur une muraille continue.<\/strong>
Or, le marcheur ne l\u2019ignore pas, il peut franchir cette muraille continue.<\/strong>
La physique quantique, c\u2019est pareil : il y a un mur \u00e9pais, solide, continu, mais des machins le traversent, peut-\u00eatre des \u00e9lectrons ou des mammouths \u00e0 poil laineux, je ne sais pas, mais le fait est l\u00e0 : la muraille infranchissable peut \u00eatre franchie. J\u2019esp\u00e8re que vous serez reconnaissants d\u2019\u00eatre devenus experts en physique quantique gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 moi.<\/strong><\/p>\n
On raconte que ce gros lourdaud d\u2019Imbert \u00e9tait follement amoureux de Laure<\/a>, qu\u2019il la poursuivait de ses assiduit\u00e9s et a cherch\u00e9 \u00e0 assassiner le jeune homme qu\u2019elle venait d\u2019\u00e9pouser : c\u2019est Laure qui a pris un grand couteau de cuisine et a assassin\u00e9 Imbert – l\u00e9gitime d\u00e9fense ?<\/strong><\/p>\n
I was thinking of this as we followed a very pretty path to get to the \u00ab castle \u00bb above Manosque, very close to the col de la mort d’Imbert*. I was looking at the wall of trees: of course, there is space between the trees, but if the plant density is sufficient, by adding the first plan with the second, then the next and so on, your gaze stops on a continuous wall.<\/span><\/strong>
However, the walker knows that he can cross this continuous wall.<\/span><\/strong>
Quantum physics is the same: there is a thick, solid, continuous wall, but things go through it, maybe electrons or woolly mammoths, I don’t know, but the fact is there: the impassable wall can be crossed. I hope you will be grateful for becoming an expert in quantum physics thanks to me.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
It is said that this big dull Imbert was madly in love with Laure<\/a>, that he pursued her with his attentions and sought to assassinate the young man she had just married: it was Laure who took a large knife from kitchen and murdered Imbert – self-defense?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a>
impassable wall<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a>
impassable wall<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n
Well, not Imbert at the eponymous pass, nor Laure, but walkers delighted to enjoy the gentle sun. We are so pleased with this mild weather that we picnic at a table set up there just for our comfort.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n
Au retour en regardant la carte, nous r\u00e9alisons que les trois heures annonc\u00e9es pour le circuit sont largement sous-estim\u00e9es. <\/strong>
Retour par le plateau de Valensole.<\/strong>
Before leaving the Manosque region, we discover the gorges of Tr\u00e9vans in Estoublon, parallel to those of the much more famous Verdon. We choose the path towards Valbonnette, it is very beautiful, but the very steep climb will get the better of us, as soon as it gets easy we turn around. We are no longer twenty years old. Not even forty. Not even\u2026 – where was I?<\/span><\/strong>
On the way back, looking at the map, we realize that the three hours announced for the circuit are largely underestimated.<\/span><\/strong>
Return via the Valensole plateau.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n\n
We leave Manosque with regret, and cross the Baronnies without hurrying, with a picnic at the foot of the pretty village of Aurel. We arrive at my father’s house but this time we are not staying with him: in the future, if he does not live there anymore, we will have to go to a lodge, so we start prospecting.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/a>
Once our luggage is in place in our new home, we will have a refreshment, it is interesting to live in front of a coffee shop! I recognize the mayor of the village whom I had seen on my previous visit, I will greet him: he told his companion that his grandfather was caving with my father! This is how I learn that he is Albert’s grandson, Albert of whom I have such good memories, deceased now (he would have been well over a century).<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a>
Photo Paul<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n
Paul d\u00e9couvre avec beaucoup d\u2019int\u00e9r\u00eat le vieux village : depuis plus de cinquante ans, \u00ab les amis de Saint-Montan \u00bb font un travail incroyable de r\u00e9habilitation, avec fort peu de moyens. Un peu partout, on trouve, affich\u00e9e sur les maisons, la photo \u00ab avant-apr\u00e8s \u00bb. Quand j\u2019\u00e9tais petite, j\u2019avais l\u2019habitude de ce paysage ruin\u00e9 ; il s\u2019est lentement relev\u00e9 de ses ruines, comme si le temps avait avanc\u00e9 \u00e0 reculons. <\/strong>
Nous d\u00e9couvrons un petit espace d\u2019exposition, d\u00e9sert, et nous le visitons. Puis un homme revient du chantier en cours et la discussion s\u2019engage. Saint-Montan \u00e9tait une coseigneurie (ou castrum) : une seigneurie avec plusieurs propri\u00e9taires, chacun souhaitant poss\u00e9der le plus haut donjon. Ils \u00e9taient concurrents bien plus qu\u2019amis, et les archives racontent les proc\u00e8s qu\u2019ils se faisaient les uns aux autres. Notre interlocuteur explique comment ces innombrables proc\u00e8s documentent les archives utilis\u00e9es pour reconstituer fid\u00e8lement le village tel qu\u2019il \u00e9tait autrefois. <\/strong>
Notre logement date certainement du Moyen-Age, comme la majorit\u00e9 des constructions ici.
https:\/\/www.saint-montan.fr\/Les-Amis-de-Saint-Montan<\/strong>
I would spend hours stirring up old memories.<\/span><\/strong>
Paul discovers the old village with great interest: for more than fifty years, \u00ab the friends of Saint-Montan \u00bb do an incredible job of rehabilitation, with very little means. A little everywhere, we find, posted on the houses, the photo \u00ab before and after \u00bb. When I was young, I was used to this ruined landscape; it slowly rose from its ruins, as if time had moved backwards.<\/span><\/strong>
We discover a small exhibition space, deserted, and we visit it. Then a man returns from the construction site in progress and the discussion begins. Saint-Montan was a coseigneurie<\/em> (or castrum<\/em>): a seigneury with several owners, each wishing to own the highest dungeon. They were more competitors than friends, and records tell of the lawsuits they took on each other. Our interlocutor explains how these countless trials document the archives used to faithfully reconstruct the village as it once was.<\/span><\/strong>
Our accommodation certainly dates from the Middle Ages, like the majority of buildings here.
https:\/\/www.saint-montan.fr\/Les-Amis-de-Saint-Montan
<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a>
Photo Paul<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n
Un grand costaud moustachu bavarde avec les passants : je lui demande son nom, et je lui dis que nous \u00e9tions \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e9cole ensemble. Il me reconna\u00eet, me fait claquer chaleureusement des bises sur les deux joues. Quand il \u00e9tait enfant, j\u2019\u00e9tais plus grande que lui, j\u2019ai (toujours) un an de plus, mais maintenant c\u2019est lui qui me d\u00e9passe et de loin.<\/strong>
Maman \u00e9tait la ma\u00eetresse d\u2019\u00e9cole du village. Il ignorait son d\u00e9c\u00e8s, j\u2019oublie de lui dire qu\u2019elle est partie rapidement, sans souffrance. Il se rappelle que nous avons d\u00e9m\u00e9nag\u00e9 en 1960. J\u2019oublie de lui demander comment \u00e7a s\u2019est pass\u00e9 apr\u00e8s notre d\u00e9part. Ma s\u0153ur et moi \u00e9tions scolaris\u00e9es dans une classe avec cinq \u00e9l\u00e8ves, \u00e0 notre d\u00e9part ils n\u2019\u00e9taient plus que trois – mais \u00e0 part lui qui \u00e9taient ces trois ?<\/strong>
Son village (juste \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9) a beaucoup chang\u00e9 dit-il, je confirme, j\u2019y passe parfois.<\/strong>
At the end of the day, a small farmers’ market is held on the square.<\/span><\/strong>
A big burly man with a mustache chats with passers-by: I ask his name, and I tell him that we were at school together. He recognizes me, warmly blows kisses on both cheeks. When he was a child, I was taller than him, I am (still) a year older, but now he is the one who surpasses me by far.<\/span><\/strong>
Mom was the village schoolteacher. He was unaware of her death, I forgot to tell him that she left quickly, without suffering. He remembers that we moved in 1960. I forget to ask him how it went after we left. My sister and I were in a class with five students, when we left there were only three – but besides him who were those three?<\/span><\/strong>
His village (just next door) has changed a lot, he says, I confirm, I go there sometimes.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n
Avant de vous quitter, je vous recopie une formule trouv\u00e9e sur une bo\u00eete aux lettres de Saint-Montan et qui nous a bien fait rire :<\/strong>
\u00ab Arr\u00eatez de tout interdire, je n\u2019arrive plus \u00e0 tout d\u00e9sob\u00e9ir ! \u00bb<\/strong>
Returning to the places of one’s childhood is recognizing something that is never the same: even if nothing changes, the years change our outlook. I was only eight years old when we left this village where I remember many stupid things I did there. He’s right, everything has changed, including the possibility of letting go of my eight-year-old on the deserted roads.<\/span><\/strong>
Before leaving you, I’m copying you a formula found on a mailbox in Saint-Montan and which made us laugh:<\/span><\/strong>
\u00ab Stop forbidding everything, I can’t disobey everything anymore! \u00bb<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<\/a>