3:24 p.m. There was a hearty breakfast for hungry girls at the San Juan Inn and Trading Post. A group of Swedish bikers inhaled omelettes and potatoes at a large table.
In Monument Valley, the sky was Blue like a child had woken up early to color it in.
Three girls in a car means a good number of minutes spent driving around very slowly looking for the best angle to pose with the Three Sisters monument. Yaël balanced her camera on top of a small pile of books on top of the car, and directed us through the peephole.
“A droite...à droite...à gauche.... Non...”
“L’autre gauche?”
And then setting the timer, and then “vite vite vite!!” and then grinning like three sisters.
We are driving around where Arizona and Utah meet, vermilion cliffs and cartoon landscapes under fluffy clouds. Sandwiches of sardines, or cheddar and apples, by Lake Powell, sparkly sparkly. Las Vegas tonight, sparkly sparkly.
Labels: Travel: Road trip USA
posted by stellou at 12:47 AM
16 Comments:
So impressed with your adventures I've sent peeps your way via a link.
How is it possible that every time I am hungry and visit your blog, you have a picture of the most splendid meal on earth right there, at the top of the page?!
Now I have to go scrounge me some dinner (and I think it will be murtabak from my neighbourhood coffeeshop, which though handmade, is not quite in the same class as your pastries and pies).
Merki les vous, pour un peu on aurait été synchro.
Z'avez choisi un bien bel endroit ce me semble, décidément la classe ça se trouve pas dans les pochettes surprise, comme dit ma vieille mère.
J'aurai dû vous passer aussi le disque de Camille, c'est fou ce que c'est beau : "les oiseaux aussi ont le vertige", ça rend pas trop comme ça mais c'est bieng comme tout.
Ya en 3e bloqueuse se débrouille pas mal du tout, avec un plus pictural : les trois soeurs valent leur pesant de pévés
bon angélique bain...
Cé quoi un Murtabak (ça a l'air vraiment imangeable !)
argh! now i want a murtabak. will it be the lamb one? the sardine one always seems like a novelty.
Very interesting story!
I like the photographs also, especially the first one :P
Is that Monument Park thing near Arches... or related. Blogger buddy, Jermunns has jost posted on Arches and the sliced rock picture bears a close ressemblance to one of his pics.
BTW, when are you going to be in my city?
Hijacking Stellou's blog to say:
I skipped the murtabak after realising that I just had one on Sunday. It would've been mutton, though (not quite as gourmet-sounding as lamb, eh?).
My French is nowhere near fluent enough, so I'll just do this next part in English: Murtabak is an Indian dish served in Southeast Asia (not sure if you can get the exact same thing in India). It consists of minced/shredded meat (usually chicken or mutton) with ground onions and spices, inside a flour pancake-y type wrap. The whole package is fried up with lots of oil and served with curry and cucumbers with sweet ketchup on the side. Enter 'murtabak' into Google images to see what if looks like.
Sardine murtabaks are a relatively recent innovation, just like cheese prata.
Ma parole, vous êtes tous obsédés par la bouffe : crevettes cajun, murtabak ... Hé les dolls, évitez de nous faire un mauvais remake de Supersize Me !
Par ailleurs, ça me taraude : who the hell is Albert qui semble-t-il a eu le grand honneur de connaître Tata Nawa (dans les salons parisiens) ?
Signé : Tata Nawa
to clarify, the murtabak is fried in ghee!
yummy yummy ghee!
and yes, my mistake; my head is in australian airspace. of course, mutton is the way to go.
i still want one.
Olive, le CD de Camille, et bien figure-toi que je l'avais apporté, oui monsieur.
bien d'accord avec toi, il déchire.
yaya
Mais oui, qui est donc Albert??
Hiya Saffron: Thank you for reading and enjoying!! And thank you for the publicity, nicey!! :-)
tym and bowb: eh, you don't come and taunt me with these tales of murtabak. cheh!
Hi, Tyler: Thanks! And, yeah, me too, I have a thing for hot breakfast pix of runny eggs. :-p
nardac: hey, yeah, seems like all the cool rocks are in utah. mmm... sliced rock.
so: i'm going to paris late juneish, early julyish, and i gather from your blog *you* aren't going to be there...
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