Monday, May 2, 2011

May Day

Every year, two very French traditions come together on May 1st: You have, of course, May Day, which celebrates workers throughout the country and the world, and then you also have La Fête de Muguet, the giving of little bouquets of lily of the valley (brins de muguet) to loved ones to wish them good health and happiness and to welcome spring.


On the rue Montorgeuil this May 1st, the street was packed. Most of the shops were open during the morning hours, as usual on Sundays, to give families a chance to buy this delicious veal roast, that fresh piece of salmon, or those "straight from the farm" butter lettuces for their Sunday dinner.



But outside almost every shop, stalls had been set up, selling the little sprigs (brins) of lily of the valley. From the poissonière half way down the street...


...to the bakery near the top end, and everywhere in between, someone was selling muguet, either planted in little pots like this gentleman...



...and in larger pots at one of the two flower shops on the street...



...or by the little bunch, like this Romany woman who set up her box on the street corner, and, for this one day in the year, she can relax and have no fears of the police coming to check her papers -- that simply is never done on May 1st!






Meanwhile, musicians stood outside the closed Paul bakery, entertaining the passers-by with songs and offering their cds to buy.  A young passer-by here jumped up next to them and did a quick dance turn for us all!



And, just because it was May 1st, the Socialist Party headquarters for the 1st and 2nd arrondissements finally opened up their doors,  put out their posters, and even had their own little "muguet" stall to benefit their coffers!



The main venue for political activisim on this day, though, took place at the large, sprawling Place de la République, where the 3rd, 10th and 11th arrondissements come together. Originally called the Place du Chateau d'Eau, it took its current name in 1871 when a public contest was launched for the construction of a monument dedicated to the Republic. The imposing figure of Marianne holds an olive branch in one hand for peace, and a tablet engraved with "droits d'homme" (rights of man) in the other. Seated around her are three other figures embodying the eternal French ideals of liberté, fraternité, égalité.

Over the years, the Place de la République has become the symbolic center of political demonstrations,  marches, concerts, fairs and fêtes, and today was no exception.



Matthew, on his way back from a bicycle ride in the Parc Vincennes stopped and watched as people came up from the République Metro station into the square, where they were welcomed by stalls selling food from around the world.




Everywhere he looked groups had set up their banners and posters, including the MLKP (Marxist, Leninist, Kommunist Parti) group...




....and these communist Kurds standing proudly in front of their hammer and sickle flags. If you closed your eyes a little, you could flash back 40-odd years and see these same gentlemen in their young, idealistic years, when this symbol had real meaning.



Labor causes were in full force, with the unionized drivers of these Moto-taxis demonstrating for the right to charge higher rates.


Each table seemed to be equipped with its own megaphone and loudspeakers, making it difficult to know what anyone was actually exhorting the public to do!


More and more banners and flags were strung up or held in hand, ready for the big march which would tie up the streets for the next few hours. This banner extolled the rights of women.

At the end of the day, though, it all had a bit of a "pro forma" feel to it, without the fervent passion from the days when socialism and les gauchistes had real power here.


Meanwhile, back in the relative quiet of our rue Montorgeuil, I ended up buying one "brin de muguet" from the Romany lady, and another from this stall, whose counter was just overflowing with these sweet flowers...



...and where the young man took such care in handcrafting each little bouquet, 9 sprigs for 2 euros.









Here in the flat, my little posy sits on my desk, smiling down at me.


Happy May Day!

À bientôt!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Cycles & Chateaux!

As most of the followers of this blog know, Matthew has two particular passions, both with French connections. One is his Citroën SM car, and the other is bicyling. Out in West Marin, he can be seen every morning, pedalling up Ottinger's Hill out to Kehoe Beach and back. For the past 20-plus years, he's been making that ride on a steel frame Puch bicycle, which has given him great service. But for quite a while now, he's been yearning for something new (and, no surprise, French). Last fall, he took the plunge, and bought a carbon-fiber bicycle from a dealer in Mill Valley.  Bicycling immediately took on a new dimension with this technological wonder, made by a French company called Cyfac!  As part of the purchase, Matthew was invited to visit the factory, "should he ever find himself in France."

And so it was, that last Monday found us taking the #4 metro line down to Gare Montparnasse and hurtling at 120 mph on the TGV train to Saint Pierre des Corps, near the lovely town of Tours, in the heart of the Loire Valley. As we barreled along, it seemed that every field we passed was brilliant with rapeseed flowers.



We picked up a little rental car at the train station and, following detailed directions, drove through tiny country lanes, through hardwood forests and lush farmlands, until we came to what could be mistaken for someone's storage locker in the small village of La Fuye. If you blinked, you would have missed both!





Inside, we found Ameyric Le Brun, one of the two owners of the plant (the other, Eric Sakalowsky, lives in Philadelphia!), and he graciously gave us the tour, that had been promised to Matthew when he bought his bike.

Walking into the main floor, we were struck at once by how empty it was; a few machines, hardly any people. We learned from Ameyric that of the total staff of 17, 13 are devoted to producing 700 bicycles each year.







As Ameyric explained, the whole process begins with tubes -- either aluminium or carbon-fiber -- which are manufactured in Taiwan (the world center, as it turns out, for most of the cycling industry's carbon-fiber materials). Once they arrive at the factory, they are cut and shaped for the various models that Cyfac builds.






Matthew carefully examined one such tube...



...and then met the resident designer, Fabien, who, smiling shyly, posed for a photo.






Continuing our tour, we soon realized that the word "factory" was a misnomer. We were, in fact, visiting a 21st century version of a medieval "guild". Almost everything in the construction of these bicycles is done by hand! This gentleman spends an entire day hand-sanding the welded joints of a bicycle frame, until the surface is so smooth you cannot even see the seam.



In room after room, we saw the same meticulous attention being paid, whether in the "wrapping" process...



...or in the delicate touch-up of a decal.



The end result was a rack of brilliantly colored, shiny bicycle frames, waiting for a particular customer's fat dossier of all of his or her particular measurements as to height, weight, leg length, etc. etc.




Suddenly, Matthew's own Cyfac "Gothica" took on a whole new persona -- these same people we were meeting in La Fuye had built it, mostly by hand, and here it is, living in Inverness, being ridden through the hills and dales of West Marin. Amazing!



After an almost two hour immersion in the truly remarkable art and craft of bicycle building, we retraced our route, checking into the swank Domaine de Beauvois, our hotel for the night. We had a quick, late lunch, and then drove back down to the broad, swift moving Loire River and spent the twilight hours at the Chateau Villandry.

The last chateau built on the banks of the Loire during the Renaissance period (1536), Villandry's builder, Jean le Breton, constructed the castle over the remains of a 12th century fortress. During the following centuries, various owners added wings and outbuildings, reflecting the particular style of the era.

In 1906, the castle was bought by Joachim Carvallo, a Spaniard, who devoted himself to restoring Villandry to its original Renaissance splendor.


Working with historians and research sources that described how gardens were laid out in France during the Renaissance, Joachim set about to bring them back to life. From this far end of the "kitchen gardens" we looked over a remarkable patchwork of "plots" each planted with seasonal vegetables -- green lettuce, red lettuce, fava beans, herbs.



Other gardens within the Chateau grounds provided a simple, tranquil aspect of still water, and swans drifting back and forth.



In some quiet corners, brilliant colors flashed out at us -- this iris type flower...


...and this opulent opium poppy.
As the light began to slip away, Matthew remembered a nifty device on his iPhone camera that takes a series of three photos at different exposures, then combines them into one, almost surreal, image, like a painting. This is Villandry at 7:30 pm!



 Next morning, we made our way to another magical place, the 15th/16th century Chateau d'Ussé, a fairy-tale building of turrets and towers...



...and gardens designed by LeNotre, of Versailles fame.





Inside the chateau, opulent tapestries hang from the walls, early examples of the finest that the weavers of Holland produced.






And in an effort to bring some of the rooms to life, "mannequin" models take their places amidst the furnishings, dressed mostly in late 19th century gowns.

The castle has been owned by the Count de Blacas family since the 1880s, and, indeed, some members of the family still live there, although none were to be seen in these rooms!



Before we knew it, our time in this beautiful part of France was running out, but we did manage to find a very charming, very small private winery (7 hectares) in the Chinon area, where we had a little "dégustation" (tasting) and came away with two bottles of their very best red wine.



Tomorrow is a national holiday here in France - Easter Monday. We'll be having a family lunch with Juliette and Sean and family -- roast leg of lamb, apple pie, and our Chinon wine. Bon Appetit!




À bientôt!



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Sunday, April 17, 2011

April in Paris

Yes, I know, it's such a cliché, but the truth of the matter is that there is no place quite like Paris in April. The songwriters, Vernon Duke and E.Y. Harburg, got it absolutely right with their lyrics: "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom..."





Sure enough, by early April, there they are, wherever you look, every square, park or garden is full of horse chestnut trees, with their spectacular candelabra blossoms lighting up the world.

Some of them in a gleaming pink color.


But that's just the beginning. Once April arrives -- and this year we've had day after day of warm sunny weather -- a veritable explosion of growth and color covers the city. These cascading wisteria blossoms adorn a booth at the Marché aux Puces at Clignancourt, tumbling about every which way...

...while the flower beds around the busy Rond-Pont of the Champs Elysées show a more formal planting.

Over a few days, all the garden shops along the River Seine between the Pont Neuf and Châtelet suddenly put out all their bedding plants, potted herbs, even trees for your balcony or terrasse.




Just this week, peonies made their debut at one of the flower shops on rue Montorgeuil...






...and the lilac lady appeared, as if by magic.

It's as though someone took a giant paint box of colors and threw it all over Paris!


Then, right on cue, with perfect timing, white asparagus is everywhere! Plump, juicy, delicious!



I even spotted, and bought, the first rhubarb of the season. Yum!!



As well as all of Mother Nature's bounty, though, April also brings a number of special events to Paris, like the grand Show Jumping contest, sponsored by Hérmès and held in the Grand Palais. "Tent stables" line the edge of the Champs Elysées during the three-day event.



Magnificent horses are led in and out of the Grand Palais...





...a few with their riders still on board, heading back to the temporary tent stables!






If horses are not your thing, and you long for something a little more exotic, then a visit to the Musée Guimet should satisfy. Their current special exhibition focuses on the Nawabs of Lucknow in the early-mid 19th century.

At that time, the city of Lucknow in the province of Awadh, was considered the richest, most luxurious city in all of India, full of palaces with balustrades, fountains, pavilions, cupolas, a veritable city of gold -- also, as can be seen from this painting of Nawab Nasir al-Din Haidar, full of rubies, emeralds, diamonds and sapphires!



Alas, it seems, these poor Nawabs were so occupied with their pleasures - including their concubines - that they seem to have forgotten to defend their territories.  Between that and the dubious actions of the East India Company during the Sepoy Rebellion in the late 1850s, this magical culture declined to just a dreamy memory. Happily, for an hour or so, thanks to this extraordinary exhibition, we found ourselves completely immersed in this now vanished world.





Outside the museum,  and taking advantage of the glorious April weather, brocantes spring up every weekend all over Paris. I particularly liked this stall, at the Place de la Bourse, with its antique dolls vying with muppets to attract a customer's eye!





At some of the larger brocantes, there are even amusements like this merry-go-round to entertain the small children.




Out in the Parc Vincennes, Matthew reports a huge increase in the cycling community in April, especially on Sundays, when they zip around in considerable numbers and at considerable speed.



Others enjoy a quiet stroll beside one of many lakes out there.




Meanwhile, in our little neighborhood,  at the bottom of rue Montorgeuil, the cafés are crowded with sun-loving clients, drinking their coffee,  and drinking up the warm spring air of April in Paris!



À bientôt!