I caught the wind making waves in this field and the sky above it yesterday. Usually I am the one making waves around here…it is nice to have company.
‘Faire des vagues’ is one of those rare expressions that works as well in French as it does in English. To make waves, to rock the boat.
The wind also makes waves in water, and we get our share of those on Lac Léman, aka Lake Geneva (although don’t call it that to certain purists for whom ‘le Léman’ is much more than the international city!) This area is known as the Arc Lémanique and includes the entire ‘arc’ on the Swiss side from Geneva to Lausanne all the way to Montreux.
From whence the group Deep Purple wrote the song that defined a certain period of my youth…
The wind has died down today and with it the waves. I can almost see the smoke on the water across the lake. And am waiting with baited breath for a new season to begin.
Bonne fin de semaine!