Irene;
Here we are in France! As a result of Morris having a conference in Paris at the beginning of September and another one in Barcelona mid-September we decided this was a perfect opportunity for a vacation.
We met up with our friends Jordi and Teresa from Barcelona with whom we have been on parts of other vacations. As we all get along, we are all happy about having another opportunity to meet up again. While the men worked, Teresa and I took the opportunity to explore parts of Paris including Montmartre, Le Marais, Saint Michael….. One day we took the train to Giverny to visit Monet's house and garden. It was pretty chilly and even spat a bit so it was not the ideal day for a visit to that part of the world. Much better when the sun is shining. Nonetheless we had a very nice day.
After the conference, Jordi and Teresa who had driven up from Barcelona flew back home and we took their car to drive back down. Nice arrangement for all concerned.
Lyon was our first stop. Beautiful looking city with a notable absence of skyscrapers- so nice! We spent the better part of our time there in old Lyon- cobblestone streets, old buildings and plenty of touristy shops and restaurants. We parked the car when we arrived and walked everywhere. Lyon has an abundance of squares and fountains - modern and those dating back hundreds of years. It is a city known for its silk trade. There are many underground tunnels and covered walkways built to protect the silk from inclement weather as it was being transported. It is also a very hilly city so we got lots of exercise.
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| Lyon, city view |
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| One of many fountains |
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| Night view of a very old and very ornate church |
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| St Paul's hospital, where Vincent Van Gogh was confined |
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| Many flamingos |
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| More flamingos |
The first night there we ate at a very old bistro which had an excellent rating from Michelin. Problem was that the rating was from 1934-35 and it probably has not achieved such high honours again. For a city renowned for its gastronomic fare we were sadly disappointed with that meal. The next night was another story and we decided that Lyon could keep its kudos for excellent food. In fact, I wrote a review in TripAdvisor suggesting that the restaurant was excellent, we were so pleased with our dining experience.
From Lyon, we worked our way south to Provence. We decided to take the scenic route which turned out to be a bit more scenic than we had anticipated. With Morris driving and Irene navigating, we doubled our driving time. Morris had downloaded maps from Google before leaving home and I plugged our address in Arles into my iPhone Google App. We decided that my route was quicker so that's what we followed. Soon we were on a narrow country road and thinking it was a bit strange to be so far off the beaten track. Finally, we arrived at our destination as directed by Google maps, a very large, old stone house surrounded by farm land.
We knocked at the door and a woman who was obviously cleaning the place answered with a somewhat surprised look on her face. I explained, en Français that we had a reservation. Now she really appeared flummoxed. She told us that the lady of the house was away and would not be back for hours. She had no idea that there were any guests arriving and as a result the guest room was not ready. By this time we realized something was seriously wrong. Morris got the reservation from the car to show her that we had reserved at Mas de la Chapelle. Yes, she said it was Mas de la Chapelle but there were many Mas de la Chapelle's around and we were at the wrong one. Yes, it was very confusing because there were three similar roads but we were obviously on the wrong one.
We got back into the car, Morris who comes with an internal GPS looked at the map and somehow he got us to the correct place. Yea Morris! Had it been me trying to find the address I would still be driving around France stopping everyone to ask directions!
Morris:
We are now staying at what must have been a grand estate previously. The house is large and there are additional buildings alongside it. There is a converted chapel (hence Mas de la Chapelle), now a sitting room, but the stained glass window of the chapel is still there. There are large gardens, with at least 4 fountains and ponds, each different. This is a B and B, but the second B is not included in the price, so we have made a point of going elsewhere for our breakfast, coffee and croissants.
Yesterday we toured a place called Le Baux de Provence, what was once a hilltop fortress and chateau, but is now a tourist village. Nonetheless it is charming, and because it is on the hilltop the views are stunning. The country around here is very pretty. Lunch was in a place called St Remy de Provence, where Vincent Van Gogh had himself committed. The hospital, St Paul's, is now a monument to him and his stay there.
Today we went to the Camargue, my choice to go birding. We saw a good number of birds, although not a wide variety. There were flamingos and flamingos and more flamingos, several hundred of them, and all seem close-up. I took one of my long lenses along to give it some exercise, and it had quite a work-out. Now I have much editing to do.
A word about the food here, after all we are in France and now in Provence. We have been buying our own food at the supermarket, pâté, cheeses, and good baguette. The pâté was excellent, the cheeses superb, (and of course the wine also very good to excellent). And it is all so cheap. Our dinner tonight cost us about 5 Euros, excluding the wine (another 8 E). To buy the same quality food in Toronto would mean going to e.g., Pusateri's (and even then I am not sure that the pâté would be as good) and would cost at least $25 (again exclusive of the wine).
We also ate out last night. It was a relatively expensive evening, but boy was it worth it. The food was so tasty. I must say however, if you are a steak and potatoes person you might not be so happy here. The portions can be large, but there are probably tastes and textures that a steak and potatoes aficionado might not be happy with. In Lyon I had tripe for the first time ever. Tasty and crunchy. In St Remy we had lunch - I had salmon tartare, Irene had chicken gizzards, both excellent. I don't believe that you can even get these in a Toronto supermarket anymore.
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| Morris enjoying his lamb shank and wine in Arles |
As an aside, I have come across a number of tastes, tasted from my childhood, here. Chicken gizzards was one, also plum and tomatoes like those that we used to have when we were kids. I remember sitting a plum tree in our backyard (probably only my brother Lester would remember). and eating plum after plum after plum. Same taste with plums from this region. I also had apricot jam this morning like the jam we used to have on sandwiches when I was young. We also bought peaches that have a yellow fruit. We used to get those in South Africa, called Clingstone peaches. Another childhood taste memory. ( I just informed Morris that we also have Clingstone in Ontario. The ones here are far superior in taste and texture!)
Strange how so many year later I can still recall those tastes, but only if prompted by being exposed to them again.