Near Nicolas and Carla’s farm on the coast east of Toulon, there is a place called Pauline’s Garden, where disabled people, released convicts and others can garden and sell produce and learn about gardening. Sounds a bit like the SEEDs garden in Durham.
It is well laid out garden of vegetable beds
and fig trees,
totem poles of painted metal barrels, a little office and a self-serve market stand.
Some bamboo trelliswork for beans.
Some Reemay to protect a crop from insects.
Some of the residents are this family of Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs.
And an American turkey. The French call them D’inde, because like the native Americans, the early explorers thought everything they encountered was from Asian India.
Oh, and we asked the two women we ran into if they were Pauline and they told us that Pauline doesn’t exist—she isn’t a person. It’s the name of that area of town.
Flowering tree, but no one knew the name of it.