Arcachon

Faces and Places by Henry W. Lucy.

Chapter eight, Oysters and Arcachon.

If the name had not been appropriated elsewhere, Arcachon might well be called the Salt Lake City.

It lies on the south shore of a basin sixty-eight miles in circumference, into which, through a narrow opening, the Bay of Biscay rolls its illimitable waters.

Little more than thirty years ago, the town was represented by half a dozen huts inhabited by fishermen.

These have transformed the district, adding not only to the improvement of its sanitary condition, but creating a new source of wealth.

Out of the boundless vistas of fir trees, there ever flows a constant stream of resin, which brings in large revenues.

Passing through the forest by the railway line from La Motte to Arcachon, one sees every tree marked with a deep cut.

We're marching down a Time Suck Timeline.

Pierre Bourdain, Anthony Bourdain's father, was born in 1930 in Manhattan to a father who had immigrated from Arcachon, France.

Arcachon, France, after World War I. Pierre went to what his son Christopher would describe as an amazingly globalist school, the Birch Watson School, founded by two progressives who believed that for a democracy to work properly, young people had to be highly educated.

Ah, what a crazy notion.

Refreshing during a time when too many politicians here in the States blatantly seem to want young people, really all people outside of their inner circles, to be dumb as fuck and thus more easily manipulated and controlled.

Faces and Places by Henry W. Lucy.

Chapter eight, Oysters and Arcachon.

If the name had not been appropriated elsewhere, Arcachon might well be called the Salt Lake City.

It lies on the south shore of a basin sixty-eight miles in circumference, into which, through a narrow opening, the Bay of Biscay rolls its illimitable waters.

Little more than thirty years ago, the town was represented by half a dozen huts inhabited by fishermen.

These have transformed the district, adding not only to the improvement of its sanitary condition but creating a new source of wealth.

Out of the boundless vistas of fir trees, there ever flows a constant stream of resin, which brings in large revenues.

Passing through the forest by the railway line from La Motte to Arcachon, one sees every tree marked with a deep cut.

Well, here's what ends up happening.

And so during 19-- or sorry, 1899, on July 15th, on the last leg of this third gun run, so they've already had two gun runs before that, they get in trouble on the French port of Arcachon, and the Span- the Spanish consul was alerted of these guns coming, which the French customs ends up seizing the vessel.

So Crowley writes in his [laughs] in his diary that the conspiracy was closed.

That's all he says.

Chapter eight.

Oysters and Arcachon.

If the name had not been appropriated elsewhere, Arcachon might well be called the Salt Lake City.

It lies on the south shore of a basin sixty-eight miles in circumference, into which, through a narrow opening, the Bay of Biscay rolls its illimitable waters.

Little more than thirty years ago the town was represented by half a dozen huts inhabited by fishermen.

These have transformed the district, adding not only to the improvement of its sanitary condition, but creating a new source of wealth.

Out of the boundless vistas of fir trees, there ever flows a constant stream of resin, which brings in large revenues.

Passing through the forest by the railway line from Lamotte to Arcachon, one sees every tree marked with a deep cut.

it feels like the alpha fly one but a bit firmer and obviously it's got a plastic play instead of a carbon one so probably not it's a bit heavier as well but like everything else feels kind of similar to the alpha one which is obviously like too nice for an easy one shoe almost um but i've been loving running in it it's really nice so that's a little recommendation you give the long runs definitely Then we changed location out on the coast that day and I hired a bike and go out in the afternoon for an hour.

Uh, I was expecting like, there's a nice forest out of the back of, it's in Arcachon on the West coast of France.

There's a nice forest out of the back of the town, but none of the trails are rideable on a, on a bike.

Like I've got a mountain bike and I thought it'd be like nice gravel pass through there.

Or Snapchat.

And also in the second part of the book, when we spoke about the fire in the Arcachon area, in the forest, we tried to imagine this land two centuries before, three centuries before, maybe in the Middle Age.

At this time, there was no pictures, no photography, nothing.

So we haven't any picture of this land in the Middle Ages.