Ladies of the night, or day...

One other thing that is remarkable in its absence here in the English countryside besides the sound of bells is the sight of women standing in the lay-bys along the roads. There are alot of cows and sheep, but so far, I've yet to see a leather-booted, mini-skirt wearing woman, waiting for custom.

I've become accustomed to seeing them as I drive up the main road from Beziers towards my village, usually one or two at least, any time of day, sitting in their cars with the driver side door open and a flash of leg sticking out. I've even become adept at diverting the little ladies' attention from them, by pointing at a bird or an imaginary rainbow somewhere off in the distance.

A recent article in the Midi Libre, my local paper, says that the number of these prostitutes is on the rise. The number of woman and very young looking girls who come here, from places like Senegal and Romania, hoping to make money to send back home, keeps increasing each year. Apparently, on the good roads, one can make as much as 500 euros a day.

In case you weren't aware, prostitution is tolerated in France, as long as they are of legal age, although the act of 'pimping' is supposed to be illegal. The general consensus is that it is an individual liberty, the selling of one's body. I'd have to agree on that, but unfortunately the profession is so full of women who are doing it (excuse the pun) under duress that it's hard not to be a bit sceptical that it is truly an individual's 'liberty' that is being exercised.

If you've ever walked down the rue St Denis in Paris, you'd be hard-pressed not to be propositioned, but to see it on offer amongst the vines driving through the Languedoc countryside is a little different.

I asked a friend the other day where a certain restaurant was in Beziers and they said to take a right at the roundabout with the hookers on it. Charming. But I guess someone has got to do it; there's obviously a market for it. Part of me wants to know how it works, out there in the vines, logistically, I mean, and then another part of me doesn't. Let's just hope the economy never gets bad enough for me to have to find out...

Feria de Béziers 2008...

It's Feria time! The Feria is a 5-day festival that takes place in Béziers, and involves music, food, dancing, bullfighting and drinking. This year marks its 40th anniversary, so it looks set to be a good one.

The last time I went, I was pregnant with the littlest lady and pushing the 2-year old lady in front of me, which wasn't really the ideal way to enjoy the party. Nor was a stroller a very good accessory, however useful it was to get people to move out of my way.

This year I'll be going with friends, and going to my first corrida. Not everyone's cup of tea, I know, but something I want to see, if only the one time.