Don’t mention it

My guess is that many of us have been in the following situation, especially around the holidays such as Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day—or maybe all three! You’re at the dinner table with members of your family, many of whom you haven’t seen in a while. Everyone is looking forward to a meal that has been in preparation for hours, plus hearing all the news from your siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles. When there’s a lull in the conversation, someone tries to be helpful and asks for opinions about the latest election, the role of the Church, or why a certain relative chose not to join you that evening. There’s a spontaneous intake of breath, sideways glances, a cough, and a sudden interest in those glasses of wine on the table. It seems that this isn’t unique to the US. According to a survey that was highlighted in our local newspaper, awkward discussions can happen during the fêtes in France as well.

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Never say Nevers + Moulins-sur-Allier

Someday we’ll have to publish a post about some of the French village names that sound funny to native English speakers. There could be a mature-audiences-only version but we’d prefer to keep it G-rated by including Sassy, Misery, or taking a train trip where you might be “Going to Die”. One dear to my heart, of course, would be seeing “Billy” that’s actually near the two towns in today’s post, although it no longer has an active station. Last week we talked about our time in Vichy and since we had the chance to take a couple of day trips it sounded like fun to visit a place called Nevers and how could we go wrong with what one guide calls Moulins: “a charming city that beautifully blends history, culture, and art.” These gargoyles agree.

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Vichy and the Belle Époque

Although Vichy has been on our “must visit” list for years, I was reluctant to go because of the city’s connection to Nazi Germany. French Marshal Philippe Pétain, leading an autocratic government during World War II, dismantled the democratic institutions of the French Third Republic and consolidated power by creating a cult of personality around himself. His government, based in Vichy, collaborated with Hitler’s regime by imposing a police state controlled by censorship and propaganda. Luckily that ended 80 years ago, leaving behind a city where the painful memories of that era remain, but the beautiful Belle Époque architecture endures.

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Aix-en-Provence + the Calanques

Both of us were convinced that we’d already visited Aix-en-Provence, most likely on a quick visit to the area years ago. We’d been on a sleepless overnight flight from NY to Paris, a speedy train south, and still under the influence of jetlag early the next morning, a rail trip out into the countryside of Provence. As always, we took lots of photos but it was only upon returning to the US while reviewing our vacation pictures did we realize that we’d been to Arles and Avignon but not to that third “A” town, Aix. To remedy that, we scheduled a return stay in Marseille as home base with a bonus boat ride to the National Park of the Calanques.

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The cost of catching the flu

If you watch the TV show “House Hunters International” you may know the name of one of the presenters, Adrian Leeds. You would certainly recognize her signature red beret, glasses, lipstick, and outfit as she helps property buyers in Paris and Nice find the ideal—or compromise—new home. We’ve been following her since that first show in 2006 (now over 50 episodes) and used her book “Good Value Restaurant Guide” on every trip to Paris before moving to France. When our friend Sally sent us a link to one of Adrian’s newsletters, or Nouvellettres®, with just the short message, “Did you see this?” we were of course curious about what might be inside.

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Voiron and Clelles

We live between two mountain ranges, the Pyrenees to the south and the Black Mountain to the north but we are seldom in either because there aren’t any rail tracks to take us there. If you saw last week’s blog post, you’ll know that we were spending the week in Grenoble, a city that is sometimes called the Capital of the Alps. Given that we were in the middle of one of the world’s most famous mountain ranges, it made sense to see where we could go by train. Although I can’t say that either of us knew anything about the towns of Voiron or Clelles (featured photo above, across the top), at least thanks to France TV we had an idea of the beautiful scenery we could expect to see.

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Countryside trial run

We’ve spoken several times about an organization called Accueil des Villes Françaises or AVF for short that is kind of like a Welcome Wagon for new arrivals in about 250 cities across France. Thanks to our local branch we’ve taken numerous French language courses, volunteered to lead English conversation classes and given the chance to learn painting, dancing, bridge, and cooking. For physical activities there are groups for exercise, historic walking routes, and hiking. The common thread through all of these is that you get to meet local people who are either new themselves or have lived in the area for a while and are anxious to help others settle in their city. This works well for city-dwellers and it appears that now there is a similar group for people who are moving into the countryside.

Le Bugue
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