Increasingly stranger animals are showing up in the Provence.
Let's talk about this one: Albino crocodiles.
I am not kidding, they exist somewhere in a tropical arboretum by a huge nuclear plant in the South of France. Mutant. Freaking. Crocodiles.
I don't really understand this. One minute we're watching a pretty enthralling documentary about the Chauvet Cave (which holds the oldest and perhaps most beautiful cave paintings known to man), and the next the narrator decides to ramble on about the impassive stares of those amber, reptilian eyes.
WHAT?! Ok, fine, I completely understand the necessity of the postscript, the nuclear plant being "not far away" from the Cave, thus endangering the longevity of the paintings and all... STILL, Werner Herzog, you weird. But with that aside, the documentary was actually quite good, and if you're a cave freak and love listening to obscure German accents I suggest you watch it; it's called The Cave of Forgotten Dreams.
Oh, and in case you're wondering if those crocodiles have some kind of purpose -- I was wondering that too -- the answer is no. The arboretum is there to siphon off the steam from the nuclear plant, and the crocs are there just because. Just chillin'.
So this week's French word (as you probably saw coming) is:
albinos (adj.)
As in:
Le crocodile albinos
On a side note... my shoes broke and I couldn't stand to throw them away, so now they're part of our dorm deco!! :3
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