{"id":1504,"date":"2017-08-02T07:41:02","date_gmt":"2017-08-02T07:41:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1504"},"modified":"2017-08-02T08:26:47","modified_gmt":"2017-08-02T08:26:47","slug":"summers-inefficiencies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1504","title":{"rendered":"Summer&#8217;s Inefficiencies"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Girls-in-Garden.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1503\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Girls-in-Garden.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"459\" height=\"344\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Girls-in-Garden.jpg 1632w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Girls-in-Garden-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Girls-in-Garden-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Girls-in-Garden-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 459px) 100vw, 459px\" \/><\/a>We recently met a German vacationing in the South of France &#8211; all paradoxes of modern time were laid out, right there on the table, in front of our pastis. \u00a0 While saying that France has the best quality of life in Europe, he briskly termed and complained, while taking a black Nicoise olive, about \u201csouthern Europe inefficiency.\u201d \u00a0 I remember another friend, a Parisian, who defined the South as &#8220;a place to waste time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>There are vestiges here of the way time used to be experienced, before codification and regularization in clocks, train schedules and digitization.\u00a0 In this corner of the countryside, the alienation from nature isn&#8217;t complete &#8211; work starts with the sunrise, the fierce wind dictates whether or not to work in the fields, the year culminates in the fever and fullness of la vendange, when sun and heat has been so absorbed by the grapes that they must be picked, and the winemaking begins. \u00a0 There is also \u201cthe time of the cherries,\u201d (synonymous for fleeting pleasures, carpe diem); sumptuous peach harvest which, gratefully, lasts as long as we\u2019re here.<\/p>\n<p>We watch a friend, born and schooled here, go about her day &#8211; at every turn, in town and in Perpignan, she embraces friends she meets, (two kisses on the cheek), stands close as they exchange great news, confidences, troubles. \u00a0Voila &#8211; the mystery of why she\u2019s always &#8220;late!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Then there&#8217;s the food &#8211; the food!\u00a0 But not to digress.\u00a0 This immersion in time (which for me becomes Proustian as well &#8211; the surging of all parts of the past, including those I never lived!) was luckily \u00a0a boon for writing, \u201cinefficient\u201d only to a northern German.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Picasso-Fig-e1501659911365.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1507\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Picasso-Fig-e1501659911365.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"466\" height=\"622\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Picasso-Fig-e1501659911365.jpg 1224w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Picasso-Fig-e1501659911365-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Picasso-Fig-e1501659911365-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 466px) 100vw, 466px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We recently met a German vacationing in the South of France &#8211; 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