Happy Holidays!

I'm in Paris for the holidays. Pat and I arrived here in mid-October, for a full rundown on what happened since my previous posting, please take a look at Pat Hartley's facebook photo album. She did a great job of chronicling our trip to Paris, the Loire Valley, and the month we were here before she left. I don't need to add to it, so I'll pick it up where she went home. Note the photos from the wonderful display of carousel aninals. The zebra striped donkey was obviously done by someone who had visited Tijuana.

I've posted some photos of the vendange in Roquebrun, which was going on when we got back from our tour. Early every morning I awoke to the sound of tractors pulling empty grape trailers down the road (much noisier empty than full). By mid-morning there would be a line of them waiting to dump their grapes at the Cave Cooperative a couple of blocks down the road from my house. By afternoon they are finished for the day. In all of the villages traffic is rerouted to accommodate the tractors, and there are large piles of fermenting stems and skins outside the cooperatives, which eventually get hauled away for fertilizer. There are also the vendangeurs, the grape pickers who travel with the harvest. Some are older, some quite young, many have dreadlocks. Some are quite large and un-French looking, having come from eastern european countries for the work. They camp down by the river and eat and drink their lunches alongside whatever vines they are working that day. I understand that the standard pay is eighty euros a day and two liters of wine. Its pretty hard work, and I would imagine the wine doesn't get saved from day to day. They have a bit of a bad reputation for petty theft, but seem like a pretty decent bunch to me. Several of us were walking our dogs one day down by the river, and one of the dogs (not mine) ran up and peed on one of their daypacks, we were quite embarassed and apologetic, but they just thought it was funny.

I buy my wine in bulk (en vrac) in my own bottles from one of the local private domains whose vineyards and main operation are a couple of miles out of town, but who have a cave in town, actually an old chai, that they use as a salesroom. There are large wine tanks and the equipment for moving the wine from one vat to the next when it is first being processed. The equipment is fairly old, and I thought it was just being left in there for show, as it is their "storefront" in town, and in the summer season they sell a lot of wine to tourists. They bottle it, and also sell it in boxes -- it is AOC St. Chinian, very well respected wine. Wine in a box here is not what it is in the US. At any rate, one day during the height of the vedange I stopped to buy wine and the sales area was set up in the remise (barn) next door because they were using the old chai to process wine. I was quite surprised, as some of the equipment is around a hundred years old. Its a family operation, and the woman I usually deal with is the mother of the family, and I would guess in her late 70s, very nice.

I've mostly been getting reorganized since Pat left. I've moved from the apartment in Montmartre to one at the outer edge of the 20th arondissement, in an area known as "La Campagne de Paris" -- very interesting and much calmer than Montmartre. Montmartre area has a rich history, but it is absolutely over-run with tourists. Steady stream of them walking by my window reading guidebooks and snapping photos. I was right across from the Musee de Montmartre, so many people walked by on their way to the museum. The street is also part of several walking tours in various guidebooks. Read more about that in Pat's blog. It is reminiscent of some of the Provence villages I've visited which no longer have any businesses other than those serving tourists.

My buddy Chris is coming to visit after Christmas, and staying a month. We'll have a great time eating our way around Paris. Around the 20th of January we'll head back down to my little place in Roquebrun, and he'll return to Paris on the train to the airport. It snowed last Thursday, two or three inches, but it brought the traffic in Montmartre to a standstill. No cars, no buses, no taxis, just trucks that had work to do.

I had Thanksgiving dinner with my friends here, Ellen and Jean-Pierre, a lovely turkey with all the U.S. trimmings! Really enjoyed that. Also had a chance to spend an afternoon with my friend Marval, outside Paris. Please note the photo of my Paris christmas tree, purchased from the equivalent of a 99 cent store, also its trimmings and lights. Happy 2010 everyone!

Tour de France

I'm back in Roquebrun (with Pat) after a two week tour of Burgundy, Normandy and Brittany, and a few other spots, with Jessica, Rita and Pat. Jessica and Rita came in to the south via the Perpignan airport on Sept. 2, pat and I picked them up there and we spent the night and morning in Collioure. We visited Albi, north of Collioure, drove through parts of Dordogne and Quercy and went to an underground river, then to Rita's friends house in upper Burgundy. Lovely area, and Rita's friends are great people. Pat and I were in the village of Saint-Fargeau, and Rita and Jessica stayed in the farmhouse. We had great dinners in the big dining room in front of the huge fireplace, and drank lots of wine. Pat and I had planned to stay in Paris a few days, but because we were unsure of the dates when we left, we ended up not being able to find a reasonably priced hotel or apartment, and since I'm planning to spend up to 3 months in Paris later this fall, we left Rita and Jessica in Paris at Rita's friend's apartment in the heart of the Marais. Got hit by a Mercedes van while I was standing still in traffic on the Rue de Rivoli, forcing me to exit the car and pound on the side of his van and scream obscenities at him. Fortunately his van sustained more damage than my car, which only got a scratched plastic bumper, and I got his license number and photos of his van and will see if I have any recourse. Then ended up driving through the Etoile thanks to the GPS sending me the "fastest route" (never mind the 12 streets going into it and no lines painted). It was actually no problem at all, and I had driven through it once before. Its not as bad as its advertised to be. We then went on to Giverny for the night. We hadn't planned to see Monet's garden this trip, but when we left Paris and looked at the map, there it was very close by. I'd been there on my first trip to France in the 90's, but it was cold and rainy that day -- this time it was gorgeous, a warm sunny day and lots of things still in bloom. We went early in the morning, beating many of the other tourists. By the time we left there were gangs of roving Japanese people with cameras following people with numbered signs. The house is a treat also, lots of Japanese prints (much loved by Monet and the Impressionists). I've been there before, back in the 90's, but it was a cold, cloudy, drizzly day, so it was a pleasure to see it on a perfect one.

From there we went to Brittany and Normandy, staying the first night in Honfleur, which is a lovely and very old town on the Normandy coast. The sun was out, but it was somewhat windy, and got very chilly when the sun went down. There was a good, large Saturday street market. Then on to Bayeux, to see the tapestry of the same name. Its an embroidery of the Norman Conquest, and was great -- check it out on line. Next up Mont St. Michel, which is really about seeing it from a distance. We went into the village, but skipped the abbey as it would have been a long wait to get in, and one abbey is much like another. (abbey, blah blah blah; ancient towers, blah blah blah; medeival whatever, blah blah blah -- I'm getting very used to all of this amazingly old stuff I guess). It was cold and drizzly, and the town was reminiscent of Carcassonne, wall to wall tourists with nothing but souvenir shops and restaurants. Glad we saw it, but the best part was from a distance. Which is also kinda true of Carcassonne, an amazing and wonderful place, but its also best viewed from the distance, preferably lit up at night with all of its towers and great walls -- inside its way too many rubber swords and Carcassonne tea towels.

Last tourist stop was Carnac in Brittany, which is basically lots of stones planted in the ground around 5000 BC. I believe by the Druids. Its a UNESCO World Heritage Site, as is the tapestry and Mont St. Michel. Quite startling to see the stones -- some are upright stones (menhir) and others are groups of shorter stones in groups and rows (also menhirs) and some are on mounds (tumulus) and a few are two standing stones with one across the top, like a table (dolmen). There are hundreds or maybe thousands of them. They're just scattered all around the Carnac area, alongside the roads. No one knows what the purpose was. Nacho, however, had no problems determining a purpose. I fact he has saluted quite a few UN World Heritage Sites at this point. By this stage of the trip we were pretty tired of the rain, having suffered through a couple of days of it, so we planned to head for the chateaux of the Loire, which Pat hasn't seen. However, rain was forecast for there also, so it was skipped for now. So we headed back here to Roquebrun, planning to spend the night partway down, but ended up not being able to find a hotel with rooms available on the autoroute, so just drove on and got in about 2:00 a.m. Was warm and sunny yesterday, but there was a big thunderstorm last night and today was drizzly on and off. Much warmer however, and I'm glad to be back here.

Still Trying to Catch Up

Lets start out with a great French saying: When the frog gets angry, the pond doesn't care.

Tardy again on posting, but here it is, written during the first week of august. Remember this is the most important stuff in my life these days:

I finally found a Frenchy looking table and chairs for my terrasse. The current crop of patio furniture here in the south of france is teaky stuff, which is heavy, perishable, and frankly butt ugly. I've looked for vintage stuff, but don't seem to be in the right place at the right time. I got a new set, very cheap, which is quite charming -- and of course its chinese. Metal table and folding chairs with cutouts of an artsy leaf pattern. I have some actual vintage french bistro furniture back in the garage in San Diego. So what's fabulous is that I'm sitting outside on my terrace, with my views of the petit parc across the rue, and the hills rising behind Roquebrun, sipping my E1.40 litre AOC St. Chinian (bought en vrac - in bulk with my own bottles). And its absolutely still, except for an occasional person walking or possibly driving by. There is no ambient noise here, if one gets closer to the river, you can hear it, but I can't up here. It's almost 10 pm, and not fully dark, and refreshingly cool. I'm actually wearing a shirt with sleeves. It's been mostly hot for the month of July, sleeveless clothing morning and night, and no blankets on the bed. This is a pleasant break, as the rest of August will undoubtedly be very, very hot.

My only real complaint about France at this point involves technology and paperwork. I currently have no internet unless I hike up to the park near where I used to live, set up on a picnic table or a rock wall, and poach the internet from my old house. That's on a good day. Sometimes it fades in and out, and sometimes it isn't there at all. And sometimes I have to sit on a rock step halfway down the path. I can't get my own internet without a french bank account. French bank accounts are not handed out like Halloween candy. You need quite a bit of paperwork, and you also need to find someone at the bank who isn't on vacation. I want to use the Banque Postal, a service of the french postal service, as there are not a bunch of hidden and extra charges to deal with, like making you take their debit card, and charging you E7 per month for the privilege. Unfortunately, Martine, the postmistress, is "en vacance" until the middle of August, and no one else in Roquebrun can do this for me. Plus it requires that I call her when she returns, and make an appointment for the bank account extravaganza. I could try to go to a nearby town, like Beziers or Saint-Chinian, and do it there, but first I would have to make an appointment. If I got there, and some piece of paper was missing, I would have to make another appointment to bring it in. I think Martine will be helpful, as I am a resident here. Interestingly, my passport is not the most important item to present, nor is my long stay visa. It is my lease with Alain, and his identity card and *utility bill* -- yess, you heard right, utility bill. This is the coin of the realm in france -- no utility bill, nothing gets done. Its your proof that you actually live somewhere. Since Alain is paying the utilities, and I am reimbursing him, I have to present not only my lease, my passport, my visa, but also his identity card and his utility bill!! This is so bizarre. The same goes for phone, internet, and anything else that requires a monthly payment. I have no idea what happens to people who can't provide these things. They are probably pooping into a can and cooking on a wood fire. Anyway, I look forward to having my account at the Banque Postal, as then the entire world of technology here in France will open to me, and I will no longer have to sit at a picnic table squinting into my laptop screen trying to communicate with my nearest and dearest.

Pat arrives August 19, I can't wait!! I've made some friends here, but haven't had a visitor from San Diego for months. Margaret (bless her adventurous heart) was here shortly after I arrived, then my friends from Paris (Ellen and Jean-Pierre), then my family from Oregon, all in quick succession. I've really enjoyed my new friends here, but it will be fantastic to have Pat as my victim for 3 months. And a couple of weeks after she arrives, Jessica and Rita will be here, and I'm dying to see them also. We are doing a tour de France, Burgundy, and Paris. Pat and I will return to Roquebrun for the vendange. I want to help a friend (actually a couple of friends) pick grapes, just for entertainment, and to be here for the event. Its a very busy time, foreign workers, tractors with trailers full of grapes blocking the roads, everyone in work/party mode. It should be very interesting. Then my current plan is to return to Paris when the vendange is over, and stay through the end of the year. Keeping my place here, of course, as I've rented it through April. I will look at apartments in Paris, and see whether I think I want to own a place there. I want to be everywhere at once, it seems. "Life is too short" is one of the most understated expressions in the vocubalary. I can imagine many more years (probably many more than I have available) exploring France, Paris, Eurpoe, and the rest of the world, plus living in San Diego. How will I manage to do all of this at once?

This is truly a magical place -- for those of us that are new here -- but I wonder how magical it seems to people like my landlord, Alain, who was born here? This is just basically his life, where he lives -- he might think San Diego is truly magical .... I met his older sister the other day, and had one of my conversations in French where I understand a half to a third of what's going on. However, I did glean that she worked most of her life in Paris, and has retired here in the family home, probably was her parents and grandparents. Its a turn of the century "maison de vigneronne" -- a grape grower's house -- on the main road through the village, with a view of the vineyards to the rear and a big terrasse -- and she and I talked about her travels to Italy (seven times), including Venice, Florence, Rome .... and I'm struck by the fact that she isn't some tiny elderly woman who has never seen anything, she's a tiny elderly woman who has lived in Paris, visited Venice .... you get the idea. On the one hand, these villages seem simple and appear to be rooted in another time, but in fact they are not. Many of the people have great experience of the world, and some, of course, do not. Like the elderly man who died recently -- his claim to fame is that he fed feral cats. He had a stroke in his house, and the firemen had to break in and remove him. He died in hospital a couple of weeks later. He was living in a house with a gorgeous view of the river, with no bathroom. He was using the public toilets near his house, and I don't want to think about his bathing arrangements, if any. The rumor is that the pompiers had to wear some kind of masks in there.

Have I blogged about the pompiers (the fire and emergency people) and the way they are called into town to deal with emergencies and fires? There is a klaxon style horn on top of the town hall, which sounds like a WW2 air raid siren. It can be heard for some distance, and the pompiers who are either sitting in the cafe, home eating lunch, working in their vines, cheating on their spouses, etc., hear it, get on their tractors or in their cars, and come into town to deal with the problem. Don't be bleeding heavily, you could be in for a long wait. Just like in the US, they are all good looking -- and many of them are female. There are no high rise buildings here, so a prospective pompier doesn't have to carry a 250 pound person down a ladder, thus making it more ressonable for women to be able to pass the physical test. A week or so ago I was taking a short cut single lane road through the vines, and encountered a rather bad head on collision. I've wondered whether this happens on these narrow roads, and apparently it does. There were the two cars, both old (no airbags), which had sustained some serious damage. One of the drivers was still trapped in his car. There were also two other cars that had come from opposite directions and encountered the accident. I, and the person who was behind me, were not approached to assist, so I assume that cell phones had been used to call for help. I had to back up for several hundred feet to turn around, and on my way back I didn't see an emergency vehicle. I wonder how long it took to get someone there, and then how much longer to a real hospital. The nearest one is in Beziers, which is about 20 minutes from that particular spot. I decided to drive more slowly on that road and others like it.

There are several "shops" that appear in front of people's houses during this time of the year. They are people who have gardens outside the village, and who sell their produce from their homes during the season. I have had peaches that are beyond description. They are small, but intense in flavor. Never have I had peaches with this taste in the US -- the steriodal peaches we get, watery and weak in flavor, seem like cartoons in comparison. They are both white and yellow, and my US experience of white peaches is that they are tasteless and have a poor texture. These are wonderful. I wish I could find less common and trite words to describe them. During cherry season the same thing happened. I've known for years that you don't judge produce by how it looks -- but I've had this reinforced during my several visits to France. I don't doubt that its the same in many other parts of Europe.

I feel like I have to find something to complain about besides the technology stuff. How about boredom? I'm not sure I could live here year round. There isn't much to do, unless you have a house to fix up, or a vineyard to maintain. You get up. You have coffee and bread, maybe some of the yogurt you made. You take your dogs for their morning walk through the vineyard at the corner. You go to the village and buy some bread and vegetables. If you're feeling particularly social, you stop in the cafe/bar and have a coffee. You walk home. You water your outside potted plants. You wash your dishes and straighten up the house. Maybe clean or do some laundry. If you don't have a garden, you don't have that to occupy your time. You read. You maybe go across the road and tidy up the public garden. You eat lunch, and take the dogs out again. You take a nap. OK, the day is progressing, and maybe you have plans with a friend to do something. You play with the internet if you are fortunate enough to have a connection. This is now approaching a really tough time of the day.. Walk the dogs again? Eat some more? Another nap? Maybe take your recycling to the public bins! Wash your car at the public hose place by the river!! Yes!! And maybe a late afternoon boulangerie run. And before long it will be time to cook dinner. Slowly. And then read, or try to watch french TV ..... You get the picture? Its wonderful to have lots of time to yourself, but filling it up can be a serious task. And one thinks about getting some kind of satellite TV that will have American things, and subscribing to dvd services ..... So perhaps living here is not a year-round solution. Perhaps Paris for part of the year, where there is always action and excitement, and something you haven't seen yet. Food for thought ...

This batch of photos are of the walk I take thru the vines in the morning, then around past the cemetery and the big wine co-op. The stop sign is pretty amusing. Someone hit it and knocked it into the concrete utility pole behind it, so it has just been bungeed onto the post and left. Also, if I didn't post it before, one of the gardens down by the river which are part of the property of a house in a different location. The house with the striped awning is where I get my produce, they grow it and sell it from their house.

Extremely far behind .....

This is way, way old -- have had problems with internet connections, etc. But here it is anyway.....

Sorry for the long delay in updating all of you. I've sent out a number of individual e-mails to people, but am far, far behind in the blog. Also am having trouble accessing the blog, as it has been taken over by google and I have to do a google account and who knows what else before I can post this.

I've moved to new quarters. My landlords at the village house have returned to it for a couple of weeks vacation. I knew I would need to find something else, but they came back later than originally planned, so I had the opportunity to remain there for two additional weeks into July. Meanwhile I found this place, a newly created little vacation rental house (called a "gite" in France) which used to be an outbuilding of some sort and which I've rented through next April. It has one small loft bedroom, with downstairs living/kitchen/dining area. Its very tastefully done, very comfortable, and very easy to maintain. Tile floors, tile walls in the bath, etc. Its fully furnished, including washer and dishwasher, and *air con* -- I feel so special! I have a small terrace, for which I need to get some furniture. And parking right in front! I was formerly parking above my house at the church, about a block straight uphill from the house, which was not terribly convenient. My new home is at the edge of the village, so out one window I have a view of the hills behind the village, and the other window looks onto the neighbor's large garden with olive trees. Amusingly, right outside my bedroom window is the top of a Canary Island Date palm! Looking at the plants, I might as well be in San Diego. The native landscape is called Garrigue, and is very like the chaparral -- and the plants they grow here are a couple of kinds of palms, oleander, plumbago, ceanothus, geraniums, agaves and other succulents, redbud, crape myrtle ... you get the idea. My landlord is a bit older than I am, was born in the village and is a retired vigneron (wine grape grower) -- of course, everyone is either a vigneron or a retired vigneron. He's extremely nice, has a very good reputation in the village, and rides around on a moped sort of thing most days chatting up his buddies. Unfortunately his wife is very ill, sounds like she has alzheimer's and MS, not a good thing at all. My neighbors here are very nice also, the next door ones and those across the street with the olive trees both came and introduced themselves right away.

Pats will be here in the middle of August for 3 months, and on Sept. 2 Jessica and Riate arrive, so I look forward to having my buddies around. We will all be heading up to Burgundy and Paris, by way of some things we want to see. Rita has a good friend in Burgundy/Paris who we will be visiting. When they go back, Pat and I will return to Roquebrun for the vendange. Then some time in October she and I will return to Paris for the rest of her stay, and I will probably remain there until after the holidays.

I've made several friends here, which makes a huge difference in feeling at home. Jan is a Brit, has a house right up the road from me, and lives here half the year. She has 8 cats and 2 dogs, but really she's great. I know the 8 cats are questionable, but she is a fun and kind person and we've done lots of stuff together. Horst and Daria lived across from me in the village and are fabulous. Daria is an animal whisperer and Horst is a vigneron (what did I tell you earlier?) -- she's originally Polish and he German, they have been here about 15 years. Susan is an artist from New York, a former architect, who was on the street there on 9-11. Her husband, who keeps separate quarters here, is a Brit who is retired from academia and plays jazz saxophone (2 kinds). And Ella, another Brit, is a veterinarian who lives about 20 minutes away, a friend of Jan's, and a terrific person -- she and her 3 kids are off to Sri Lanka with some other vets to spay and neuter animals there, and do veterinary care, as a charity thing. They go every year to a country where the animals are in need of care, at the invitation of someone in the country. Jan has a constrant stream of visitors from England so I end up getting to know them as well, so it seems like I have an active social life.

France is just like home, and completely different. For instance, emergency medical care. In most villages, like this one, when there is a fire or a medical emergency, someone notifies the Mairie (the city hall), and someone there sounds a horn, it sounds like a WW2 air raid siren. This calls the pompiers (firemen/firewomen) in to respond -- they may be in the bar, they may be working in their vineyards (remember they are vignerons), they may be in bed with someone else's spouse ..... They then get in their cars of on their tractors and drive into town (there are tractors going through town all day and all night -- most of which are very old tractors of a type no longer used in the US but which are perfect for going between rows of grapes). Then they get the fire engine out -- which is very state of the art -- and respond to the problem. So if you are bleeding heavily try not to, because it will be an hour before anyone shows up -- and if you need an ambulance, worse luck, that could take even longer. Today I encountered a rather serious accident on a one lane road through the vines -- there are a lot of that type of road, and they are used as shortcuts -- a head on collision between two pretty old cars (i.e., no airbags). They were completely blocking the road. When I got to it there were a couple of cars there which had arrived from the two opposite directions, and it looked like a fairly fresh accident. There were four cars and three people, one of the drivers was still trapped in his very damaged car. The people on the scene had obviously called for assistance, as they didn't ask me for help. The car behind me and I were able to back up to a point where we could turn around and go a different route. However, the accident was far from everywhere, and it probably took at least an hour for even the first responders to show up. You could die out there. Easily. I will probably not find out what happened but it was a reminder to pay attention. All of the roads here except the major motorways are either one or two lanes, and the hospitals are few and far between. Glad I have airbags .... And in the same vein, my 92 year old aunt and 2 cousins were here about a month ago -- Brian has multiple medical problems, including a bad heart (a couple of heart attacks and one bypass). I was kind of worried about him while he was here, as the house had multiple stairs, and the village has very steep hills. A couple of weeks after he returned home he went in for heart tests and while they were doing them he had a heart attack and required an emergency bypass right there on the spot. If that had happened here, he would not be alive. So anyone who wants to visit needs a medical certificate or clear instructions on disposition of their remains!! As a final note, I'm sure there are places in the US that are also far from medical care, but I've been living in a very urban area where there are hospitals all over the place.

There are a lot of gardens here which are "allotments" -- they are not attached to the houses, but are at the edge of the village, and if there's a river that's where they are located. I think this is true all over France, and probably Europe, as a result of the settlement patterns from medieval times -- the walled village for protection, and the gardens outside the walls. They are usually about the size of a city lot in the US, 50 x 100, and are planted usually with vegetables, but sometimes with vines or olives. Most of them are still in use, often by very old people. You see elderly men on their bicycles with garden tools heading down to their gardens, or riding on their mopeds to get there, or even coming home with huge wheelbarrows of vegetables . The gardens are very organized and beautiful, today I saw one that the tomatos had been trained up to grow overhead! Many of them have wells, or pump water from the river. In the summer there are also houses on the main streets that turn into little produce shops. They sell whatever surplus they are producing, opening in the morning and closing up around noon when they've run out of things to sell.

This weekend is the "Fete" in Roquebrun. Every village has one. There are live music concerts, big public outdoor dinners, sales of art, crafts, and flea market type things. Everyone stays up very late (quite normal here in the summer) and sleeps in (also very usual). Last night there was some kind of live pop music concert until around midnight. The Fetes are arranged so the nearby villages don't all have them on the same weekend. There are also hordes of tourists here right now. French, Nederlandaise, Allemagne, Anglaise -- not many Americans, haven't seen any Italians at all. This is the time of the year that all of the real money is made by the local businesses. There are many wine sellers (caves) throughout the Languedoc, many of them may have erratic hours throughout the year (you have to knock on the door to buy wine) but this time of the year they are open most of the day, except for the sacred lunchtime closing. There are two main types of wine merchants: The family run operations, where the generations are still on duty and a family member will be waiting on you when you go in to buy wine; and the "cave cooperative" which is just what it sounds like, a winegrowers cooperative. The Cave Co-ops buy grapes from the vignerons, and there is an option to just sell your grapes, or to get back "x" amount of wine based on your grape poundage. Some vignerons sell most of their grapes to the Co-Op, but retain some to make wine for their own use. This year I hope to get an opportunity to pretend I'm a peasant and help Horst with the vendange by picking grapes for few hours. These days I'm buying my wine from a family who has a cave in the village, although their domain is a few kilometers down the road. I'm buying AOC St. Chinian "en vrac" (take your own bottle and they fill it from the big tank with a hose) fo E1.40 a litre. Next time you're in a wine store check out the price of AOC St. Chinian, then start checking on the plane fares.

I really haven't scratched the surface here yet. I've seen a lot of villages, but not had time to actually spend an afternoon in them. I haven't done any hiking or exploring the countryside on foot. Too hot, really, this time of the year. I still haven't been down to the river beach here in Roquebrun, which is very popular. Nor have I spent any time to speak of at the Mediterranean beaches. Many of them are covered with concrete and highrise apartments, but there are some charmiing villages and unspoiled beaches that I hope to visit at a more calm time of the year. I am 3 months into my year in France and feel like I've just begun. At this point, I can't imagine coming back to the U.S. I really thought by now I would be homesick, but as it turns out I do certainly miss my friends, but I don't miss anything else. I feel like I've put my life in storage, and am living some other life. I look around each day and am amazed at the beauty here, and how kind people have been to me, and try to think of some reason why I would want to go "home". Its not that I don't like America or San Diego, I just can't think what's there (other than all of you) that I would rather have then what I have here. I'm very interested to see how that view many change over the next few months.

Bats (mostly)

Today while walking the dogs I saved, or hope I saved, an adorable little bat. Saw him in the street in front of my house, this little blob of brown stuff, and wondered what it was. When I went to look, I thought it was a dead bat. Touched it with my shoe, and it flopped forward. So I took the dogs in, got some newspaper from the house, and coaxed him up onto it. His wings didn't appear to be injured, but bats can't take flight from the ground. They need a head start. So I scooped him up, and took him to a nearby spot where there are a series of dry stone walls, with cracks in between and vegetation in front. As soon as I put him close to a crack, he crawled in and disappeared. So hopefully he will have been able to take off at dusk and join his many friends here. I've made friends with an Englishwoman who is a vet, and asked her about rabies. We don't pick up downed bats with our bare hands in the US. She said it was possible, but not necessarily likely, as some other problem could have befallen him and caused him to drop out of a tree or attic, and as I said, once they are on the ground they are helpless.

Its a day later, and I found the primo batwatching spot this evening. Scattered throughout the village, on public property (which often looks like it isn't public), are benches provided by the city (see photo of little park above). While walking the dogs at dusk I sat on one of those benches, near one of the village street lights, and several small bats (probably pipistrelles) arrived. This species flies at about human head height as it hunts, so they were flying very close to me. I think this is the same type of bat I found yesterday. I sat there for about 15 minutes while they hunted all around me, it was quite lovely. That will now become part of my evening dog walk.

Tomorrow my family from Oregon arrives: my 94 year old aunt, and two cousins, one of which isn't in very good health. This is a challenging house with all of its stairs, and a challenging village as it is all uphill and downhill. Hoping to preserve the lives of my remaining family members.

I will be looking at a village house with a very nice small garden on Wednesday afternoon -- I have positive vibes from it. It is in an archway directly behind the hundreds of years old church. I am dealing directly with the owner, who has moved to the larger town of Beziers because he is unable to manage the steep streets of the village any more. Stay tuned.

And speaking of steep streets, as much of an annoyance as they are, in the month I've been here I've gained strength and lost pounds (in spite of the bread). When I arrived I sort of staggered up the hills gasping, and yesterday I actually ran up one of them without losing my breath! I wouldn't have thought this was possible, as I am Very Old now.

Photos don't have much to do with any of the text. The cats are those across the street from me, they are hanging out the window at the 2nd to 3rd story level; the other photos are of one of those benches I mentioned in a little public area (beautifully maintained by the woman across the street), and a house with roses hanging over the street. It *is* a very pretty village.

Behind in my Blog

I'm so far behind on this blog I think I should start over. Margaret has been here and gone home already, and Ellen and Jean Pierre were here at the same time for a couple of days. We went to some vide greniers (like yard sales, but the whole village). I've been to several here and have gotten some nice collectible antique enamelware very cheaply, and a couple of good marble topped nightstands for E50 each, one of which is probably from the 1850's, the other 1900 to 1920, both in good condition. There were no nightstands in the house, so I was very glad to find them.

I've done a lot of checking out of various villages, thinking of where I should go next as I only have this house until the end of June. That may prove to be a problem, as July and August are high season down here, and most of the furnished short term places are being rented by the week for large sums. Today (Thursday) I spent some time in Cessenon sur Orb having the oil changed in my car and getting the new license plates for this department, and think it would be a good village to stay in and perhaps househunt. Its right on the river, and has several bars and restaurants, 3 boulangeries, and any other commerce that you would need on a daily basis. I think I would prefer to be in a village with plenty of commerce, as its good to be able to go out for dinner or a drink without having to drive somewhere. Roquebrun, where I am now, is a very attractive village and is very popular, but its small and there aren't many houses for sale. Its also very steep and hilly, and I'm kinda bored with everything being uphill and downhill. Because its so popular, it has 3 restaurants, a bar, a boulangerie & a grocery. There are not enough people who actually live here year round (I think around 700) to support that many businesses, but people drive up here from nearby towns for the day to swim in the river, go to the Mediterranean Garden, or just kind of hang out.

Its 9:40 p.m. right now, and still not dark. It doesn't get fully dark until about 10:00, and we are still 3 weeks away from the longest day. I like it fine, but it really changes dinner time and bed time. I've been eating lunch out quite a bit, and they are as big as dinner, so I don't tend to eat at night anyway.

The photos don't show up on the blog they way I load them, for some reason. They are all mixed up and bunched together, I think to fix it I would have to go in and edit the HTML, which I don't feel like doing right now. The photos are ones I took today in Cessenon: the cemetery gates and a detail of the heads on it, and a WWI memorial plaque in enamel which I hadn't noticed before. Also a fountain in town with two spouts that is spring fed and people still get water from it. The two of houses are here in Roquebrun. The other photo needs no explanation.

First week in Roquebrun

Theresa and I went to market day in St. Chinian Sunday morning and got sausages made of duck, blue cheese and mushrooms; bread; my favorite pastry, which can only be found in the south of France, a sacristan; cheese; a shopping basket. Photo is of a huge pile of bread at one of the bakery stalls. Drove home the long way through Murviel les Beziers, another very nice medium size village in the neighborhood. Took a long walk with the dogs and ate dinner in: fresh asparagus from St. Chinian, and a poulet roti (rotisserie chicken). Tonight when I went out just past dark to walk the dogs, the sky was deep turquoise and bats were flitting about, just magical. I stood in the square in front of the church and jumped when the bell struck. It chimes the hours 24/7 and is right above the house.

I bought a couple of houses, the photos are here. Kind of small, but they're starter houses, you know.

We did some sightseeing this week, check Theresa's blog for details. Got things for the house, went to Ikea in Montpellier which I've decided is too big and confusing to drive in with any kind of comfort level. Also this week went to the market in Olonzac, which is a good one, lots of food, clothing, household goods, etc., and it winds down the streets from the main square. Nice looking large village/small town, but it was very windy and kinda cold. The plane trees there were not as leafed out as the ones here in Roquebrun, which indicates to me it is a little colder. We went to the beach the same day so Theresa could put her feet in the Mediterranean, and it was really windy there also. We did have a good lunch in a very small village in what looked like it was going to be a pretentious restaurant, but it turned out to be a very good and inexpensive meal.

Hardware in France is something different, this is a photo of the door hardware from my house. It turns clockwise to lift a surface mounted latch on the inside. Very simple, very effective.

Theresa left this morning, which means that half of my brains are also gone. I still have a couple of dog brains, but they aren't a lot of help. Theresa will be missed, she was a huge help and a fun travel companion. And of course the dogs love her, and she understands them.

I've been gardening, and there's no garden here. Theresa and I found the local big nursery and I've gotten pots and plants. Its very large, with lots of plants, and the staff is very nice. One of the things that I love about France is that when you buy several things from a business or an individual, they often either give you a discount or a "cadeau" (a gift). This has happened at the nursery, from the basket guy and the paella guy at the markets, and a couple of other times which I forget just now. What a nice practice!

Settled in Roquebrun

We arrived in Roquebrun on May 1, as scheduled. We being Theresa, me, Nacho and Ginger, and my new car, the trusty 2000 Opel that I bought in Paris from a colleague of Ellen, my friend who teaches at the American School there. It has only about 30,000 miles on it, and was quite a nice car when it was new. Its still a nice car, and is very comfortable and quiet. It also has room with the seats down to haul building materials, a real plus. I figured out its getting about 30 mpg, which is twice what I got with the PT Cruiser -- the gas is twice as expensive, so I think it works out about the same cost to drive.

The Roquebrun house is on 6 levels, no two rooms on the same one. The living room is at the top of the house, half a story down is the kitchen, half a story down the master bedroom, etc. Which means you stand on landings wondering if the bathroom is up or down. But its fine, its got enough bedrooms and works fine. The street is just about wide enough for my car, which has to be parked a block away. This is a hillside village so there are lots of very narrow streets, and pedestrian paths and stairs from one street to another. There is no house address, don't mail me anything. The village is beautiful, up above the Orb River and a very picturesque bridge. There are two restaurants, a pizza place, a cafe/bar, post office, grocery, bakery, and two wine caves. There are cherry trees, figs, citrus, agaves, aloes, and olives. And of course acres of grape vines. The village is within the Parc de Haut Languedoc, which is the garrigue (chaparral to you in California). It looks a lot like the San Diego back country, which I'm sure is why I like it so much. We were in cold drizzle from Paris to here, and when we got close to this place, the sun came out and it was 75 degrees. What a relief......

This is a popular spot for people going on a drive, or taking a weekend day to go out and have lunch or dinner somewhere picturesque, kind of like driving up to Julian. Today it was a gang of Vespa ruffians taking over the cafe/bar and terrorizing the citizens. They all looked like accountants.

We took ourselves out to a good dinner last night in what I've decided is going to be my preferred restaurant. We had a terrine (kind of a pate) of rabbit as an entree (appetizer), the main course, and a dessert, and a carafe of wine with the meal and an aperitif before. What a pleasure, and I would say less expensive than it would be in the US. Tomorrow we're going to the market in St. Chinian, a few miles away, which I've been to several times previously. A good small market for food, clothing, and tourist goods. Think I'm going to have to go to Ikea on Monday for some lamps and other household items. I can always use them in my new French home. I think I can get a pretty sweet little place here for well under $100E, maybe under 50E. we'll see. Tell you more about that later.
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