Wine, cheese, and the Eiffel Tower are probably the first three things that might come to mind upon mentioning France or “French”. Though these are common French trademarks, unbeknownst to many, the horse is a French adoration as well.

Wine, cheese, and the Eiffel Tower are probably the first three things that might come to mind upon mentioning France or “French”. Though these are common French trademarks, unbeknownst to many, the horse is a French adoration as well.
Texas was Mexico before it was Texas. Spanish settlers brought horses and cattle to Mexico some 400 years ago. In Spain, cattle were not allowed to roam free because space was limited. However, in the vastness of the New World, they were set free to graze and reproduce.
Round-hoof’d, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, broad breast, full eye,
small head and nostril wide, high crest, short ears, straight legs and passing
strong, thin mane, thick mane, broad buttock, tender hide: look, what a horse
should have he did mot lack, save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis
Nothing is more marvelous than sitting at a little table in the gathering dusk in the Piazza di San Marco, the guest of the six golden-bronze horses prancing away-to paradise. Then you know you are in the presence of the most immaculately beautiful creatures on the earth.
Just completed in 2010, the Pôle International du Cheval in Deauville, Normandy, France is a world-class equestrian facility. Deauville, the horse-hot spot of France, can now further its prestigious equestrian tradition via its multiple facilities and specialized accommodations for horses and riders.
May 7, 1945, was an important day by any measure.
For Gen. George S. Patton, it started early, with a call just after 4 a.m. from Gen. Omar Bradley, who said, “Ike just called me, George. The Germans have surrendered.” This was mixed news to Patton, who was convinced the war was ending too soon, leaving the Russians as a future threat and, in any case, leaving Patton, a man who lived to fight, without a war. “Peace is going to be hell on me,” he had complained to his wife, Beatrice, four days earlier.