© octobre 2002 Gallimard Coll. Carnets de Voyages
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"Filet
d'eau entre les puissants massifs du Gévaudan, de la Margeride et de l'Aubrac,
le Lot devient un ruisseau ou une rivière à truites, circulant dans ses
gorges accidentées comme la Truyère sa sœur. En amont, le Lot est montagnard.
En traversant le Rouergue, il se charge des histoires qui veillent entre
les rochers et dans l'ombre des chapelles. Il a porté les gabarres, et
le charbon de Decazeville, il a accompagné le pèlerin à Conques. Et quand
il croise son ami le Dourdou, il prend " un coup de rouge " à la santé
du vigneron. Irriguant les causses arides du Quercy comme son cousin le
Célé, il reflète les riches façades des châteaux et les hôtels médiévaux.
Il a inspiré les peintres des grottes et a sculpté des falaises. Il a
entendu les complaintes de Marot et a offert ses agates à Breton. Se prélassant
comme un grand reptile dans la plaine marneuse, il serpente entre les
vignes et les cultures. De son alliance féconde avec la terre on récolte
les fruits que l'on vend au marché.
The Lot is first a trickle of water flowing between the powerful Gévaudan, Margeride and Aubrac mountains; it then turns into a river filled with trout as it winds through rugged gorges, much like the Truyère, another river. Upstream, the Lot is a mountain creek. As it crosses the Rouergue, it carries with it the tales of the rocks and the shadows of the chapels. Its waters have carried scows and coals from Decazeville; it accompanied the pilgrims to Conques. And when it crosses the Dourdou, it turns a bit red, in honor of the vineyards. It irrigates the arid causses of the Quercy, like the Célé River, reflecting back imaged of the lavish castels and medieval buildings. Its sculpted rugged cliffs and inspired the cave painters. It listenned to Clément Marot's laments and carried agates to André Breton. Stretching out through the marl-rich plain like an immense reptile, it winds among the vineyards and farmland. Its fertile alliance with the earth produces the fruit that end up in our markets."
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The Lot is first a trickle of water flowing between the powerful Gévaudan, Margeride and Aubrac mountains; it then turns into a river filled with trout as it winds through rugged gorges, much like the Truyère, another river. Upstream, the Lot is a mountain creek. As it crosses the Rouergue, it carries with it the tales of the rocks and the shadows of the chapels. Its waters have carried scows and coals from Decazeville; it accompanied the pilgrims to Conques. And when it crosses the Dourdou, it turns a bit red, in honor of the vineyards. It irrigates the arid causses of the Quercy, like the Célé River, reflecting back imaged of the lavish castels and medieval buildings. Its sculpted rugged cliffs and inspired the cave painters. It listenned to Clément Marot's laments and carried agates to André Breton. Stretching out through the marl-rich plain like an immense reptile, it winds among the vineyards and farmland. Its fertile alliance with the earth produces the fruit that end up in our markets."
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