In honor of my upcoming trip to France, I thought I'd give some interesting regional history.
It can get dark and scary some nights in rural France. Even worse are the nights eerily lit up by a full mistral moon. Valley pathways are illuminated, while the thick underbrush is not. The tall plateau prairies glow white and black under the moon, and you can swear you see shadows darting in the distance from scrub-brush to scrub-brush. Careful, you might just be right. For it was only a scant 240 years ago that something roamed the hills and valleys around here, picking off villager after villager. Was it a lion escaped from a zoo? A pack of wolves? What haunted the Abbeys and farms for years before it was killed? Some still swear it was the Loup-garou, better known as werewolf. Read about it here.
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