Already April!

April 2025:

Well, if anyone can tell me where February and March have gone to, please let me know. Can't think of any convincing reason that despite all my good intentions in January, Chitchat has been neglected yet again. In the meantime, the clocks have changed, the swallows whirl around, the days are getting longer so we can surely say "Spring has sprung." 

1.4.25:

April Fool happens here, too with kids pinning paper fish to people's backs. In our street they are pinned to our doors. My April Fool had nothing to do with fish but time. Lingered in bed until I realised that the only clock I'd not changed was the one in my bedroom. Put a scoot on to be ready for JJ to drive Henri to Argelès for an appointment.

                         

Went on to Collioure for a lunch and a walk. 

2.4.25:

Went around to Michel's to meet and have lunch with Walter (Canadian) and his wife Prae (Thai) who are here on holiday. I was on apéros. Michel made the most delicious chocolate cake, a piece of which came home with me! Scrummy!

3.4.25:

A day out in Figueres started in the Divinio, wandered around the market, had a apéro at the café from where we usually send Walter a photo. Then it was on to 9Suprem for lunch. 

4.4.25:

My first vernissage for this year; even if I had space on the walls, there was nothing that tempted me. 

 

Didn't linger over the apéritif as there were 5 of us going off over the border for a cheap and cheerful bite to eat in the village social centre.

6.4.25: An Experience with a Giant Cheese!

 

                Soooo good!

          

           Nothing more to say.

 

 

 

 

Easter: A Bunny, some Chocolate but no Bonnets.

                                         Life happens, Chocolate helps! 

Happy Easter, All

 

So simple but I defy you not smile back as this bunny that could be seen on Bute (in Scotland for those of you who are unlucky enough not to have visited). Thanks, Liz, for sending it. Don't know about you bring I can't bring myself to say "thanks for sharing" which is up there with "thanks for reaching out"!

My Easter started on Thursday with a "wee" apéro chez moi for Jacques, Suzette et JJ. Friday there was coffee in the morning with Linde and an apéro at the bar with her and Françoise in the evening. Good Friday here is not a public holiday, however, in Perpignan, Arles sur Tech and Collioure, the centuries old tradition of the Sanch Procession takes place. Black robed "penitents" in pointy hats walk in silence. Too spooky with shades of the K.K.K. for me so I've never been. 

Saturday there was lunch over at Trevor's. Roast lamb, of course; lots of laughs of course and full glass to be sure. Much to my amazement , later on I managed to make a simnel cake (only the second time ever) to take to Michèle & Henri's. Shame one of the flowers is a bit askew. Traditionally made for either Mothering Sunday or Easter, with the 11 marzipan balls representing the apostles minus Judas, I don't think you see them often nowadays. Probably the majority of folk won't even know what it is.

Apparently, the Easter Sunday congregation was bigger than usual as the café was busier than usual. Didn't succumb to a glass of wine in order to enjoy the champagne the was sure to be on offer before lunch. Yes, my confidence was well founded! 

Easter Monday was low key. Walked over to Ann & Terry's for coffee and cake, enjoying views of Canigou on the way. Gave the communal Omelette Pascale  a miss in favour of taking it easy at home.

21.4.25:

 Jasmine chez  perfumes the air chez moi and walking around you cal also catch the scent of mock orange. La vie est belle, n'est-ce pas? 

23.4.25:

 Whether you're in England or Catalunya, "Happy St George's/Sant Jordi's Day. Not forgetting "Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare", which I now know from my friend Bernadette, is his 461st.  Here, a red rose is traditionally given to a loved one and since the 1920s a book is offered on 23rd April, World Book Day. Sadly, neither one nor the other has come my way. Neither did a knight in shining armour come galloping across the village square. Maybe he' ll arrive on Sunday morning when books and roses will be available on la Place de la République. 

24.4.25:

Michel and I went on our usual trip to Figueres where we followed our usual routine of coffee on the terrace of the "Centric", whizzed around the produce market and paused at the café/bar for a beer and a white wine (4€50 for both!). Simple pleasures made even nicer with blue sky and sunshine. The guy in the background of this selfie was nothing to do with us. 

25.4.25:

Fish n Chips at a vineyard run by a Brit and a Kiwi. 

26.4.24:

 

Braved the rain to go for coffee with Henri & Michèle, their daughter and s-in law and let me tell you, it was well worth the effort. A beret wearing Basque all male voice choir sang inside  the crowded café and then outside taking shelter

from the heavy rain under a parasol. Spine tingling, to say the least.

 

Spine didn't tingle this evening but hopefully palates were tickled by the apéritif dinatoire that I gave my guests. 

 

27.4.25:

After coffee in the village with JJ, we all came together again for lunch in Collioure. The sun was back so a walk by the sea was called for before returning and going straight to a concert in the village hall. Thankfully only just over an hour long as I was feeling sleepy; too much red wine or maybe it was the fancy banyuls sangria, methinks.

 

29.4.25:

Poor old Michel and his Thai visitors were in Barcelona yesterday and what a time they had trying to get back to their accommodation 40km out. Luckily they made an early decision not to hang around hoping for the best and managed to get a taxi. Others had a pretty miserable time with nowhere to sleep or stuck on a train in the middle of nowhere. Needless to say, even though the electricity has been restored, there's a lot of uncertainty. Michel didn't know whether Prae & Walter will be able to fly back to Bangkok

 

What has my life come to?

 

Last night a small knitting group that occupied its members hands with a glass of wine rather than needles and today this was my "one I made earlier" effort at an over 65s group! Amazing what you can do with a a dishcloth and a bit of dental floss but I didn't fancy the alternative of burning a design into a small piece of wood!!! Luckily there's a different focus each week. In the meantime, I'll try and up my street cred.

 

30.4.25: All is not lost!

 

Took the bus to Perpignan with Nicole which started with coffee on the rooftop café of the city's only department store. Lunch and some shopping, while enjoying walking around and admiring some street art in the sunshine; 

 

a welcome change from the empty shops that figure here as much as they do in so many other towns.

The day and thus the month finished upbeat with an apéro chez Michel. 

 

April's Notes of Nature:

 Chez Moi

 

 Round & About

Weather:

Daytime temperature:  24°H, 16°L

Nighttime temperature: 15°H, 7°L

Changeable but with little rain

Changing the Tramontane for the Mistral

Exmoor on the Somerset/Devon border with its wild ponies and rough terrain, despite its beauty, was never a tourist destination for me. Cheddar Gorge, Wells Cathedral, picturesque thatched villages, Weston -super - Mare for our annual primary school outing, hitching and youth hostelling with sister Jill at the end of the 60's, the Glastonbury music festival during the 80's for even more grown up fun, Bath and around with Christian and John before him, were where my travels led me. Not forgetting memories of Cheddar cheese, cider, cream teas and for the most part good weather. 

1.4.24: April Fool is practised here, too although it's called «poisson d'avril» because a cut out fish used to be attached to the "victim's" back. Now it's more like uk. I was well caught by the article in the local paper reporting that the village had adopted a coat of arms. I had a good old rant about how awful it was but fell for it hook, line and sinker! How apt the expression is! 

Went walking with Françoise while Jean sat in the car at the Col de Portail overlooking Paulilles. Weather was pleasant and the 1½h helped me reach 10,000 steps for the first time in ages. Had a mediocre lunch in Argelès Port at the Esmorzar watching the sky for the threatened thunder storm that never came.Frittered away the rest of the afternoon and evening on the computer or in front of the tv without bothering to eat.

Weather: 21° H, 9° L; sunny, very blue sky with cloud coming over later.

The first part of the month passed much the same as usual. Apéros chez moi, chez Jean & Françoise and at the café and dinner chez Jacques and chez Martine with David and Laura and a return match hosted by Jacques and yours truly chez moi.

 More unusually, went off to Argelès with Michèle and Christian (the couple on the left) at Marie-André's invitation for her late partner, Jean's homage and an inaugural meeting of the association set up in his name to propagate the principles he held; in his political life as a three times Maire, his professional life as a sports teacher, his sporting life as an international rugby player and his private life as a decent bloke. Yep, that's right, elections are on the horizon.

17.4.24: Trip to Marseille

The night was short; 5 hours to be precise! Jean and Françoise picked me up and we had time in Perpignan for a coffee. Was windy, cold with rainy squalls. No problem with the train though buying a metro ticket was another story. Thank goodness for the young man with infinite patience who helped us out.Found the hotel fine and were well received. Room ok though nothing luxurious even for 120€ a night. Breakfast was included though. It was certainly well placed. Marseille is an expensive city. 4€50 for a coke and food at the Vieux Port was pricey and where we ate (le Grand Comptoir de Paris) mediocre. 

Walked up to the oldest house in Marseille (1535) and through the old le Panier district with its wall art, plants and dilapidation. The Rue and Place du Moulin which at one time had 40 windmills; now there are just two. One minus sails has been converted into a house; the other, of which there was no sign. 

 Walked back down to the Hospice de la Charité, founded for the homeless and infirm in 1670 and ran across a young Kurdish couple having their wedding photos done. The bride wore a red gown and the groom a black suit. Next came the imposing Cathedral Major (1852) overlooking the sea. By the time we got back to the port we were eager for a seat and a cuppa. Part of the road was closed off as filming was going on. After a wee rest back at the hotel we went in search of tapas and a drink. Settled for a local cafe, "O Monaco". Wine, G&T and a skimpy platter of charcuterie set us back 20€. Wandered home, buying fruit on the way for an early night; well, relatively for me. 

Weather: 18°H, 10°L; Marseille ~ sunshine, wind and cloud

First Impressions: More expensive than here, charming young men, helpful people and frequent police sirens day and night. Did not feel threatened despite the city’s violent reputation. 

18.4.24: Museums

First stop after our breakfast (the jam wasn't right for my fellow traveller) in the hotel, was Uniqlo so that Françoise could buy a bonnet as she was cold. Today, it was: after a hot chocolate and a seat for Françoise, who had woken every hour, we tackled le Tour de St Jean (13th century) and le Mucem Mediterranean Museum. The wind made walking hard going and finding our way around was not straightforward. We did the temporary expo of modern art and the grand meze about the Mediterranean diet, agriculture and the effects of climate change. Françoise gave up at this point while I whizzed around the "popular" artand the use of different materials in everyday life room. Walked a little way back along the Old Port for lunch and both of us went for tagliatelle carbonara.

Back to where we were to visit the underwater caves (a reconstruction) discovered by Crosquer which was n°1 on Françoise's wish list. There was a fair bit of waiting time to be taken 37mdown under the sea to start the audio guide visit in slow speed waltzers. Expensive at 18€ (no pensioner's reduction) but interesting and lovely to behold. Françoise got in and out of the lift saying she couldn't stand the number of people. She reappeared, however, having been brought down by a member of staff. We were within reach of getting into a "car" when she decided again to drop out. Glad I stayed the course. At the end there was a film about the discovery, a display of the animals featured in the cave paintings, a panoramic view and the gift shop. Walked back to the hotel for a cuppa.

Took the hotel manager's advice regarding our evening's entertainment and went in search of the Place des Huiles on the othe side of the vieux port. Much more my kind of feel with a lively atmosphere enhanced by the anticipation in the run up to the O.M. v Benfica kickoff. This side of the port seemed more local than tourist. Came across " The Queen Victoria" which Françoise was keen to go to; it, too, was busy. Well, there were 12 screens spread through the different rooms. We shared a cheese and charcuterie board which at 20€ was good value. Staff were friendly and our waiter brought us each a wrapped biscuit that would normally be served with coffee as a thank you for the tip. A nice wee touch.

Our trip back was marked by a major reduction in the wind speed and two sightings of rats (1, 2+1) scurrying across the streets. This journal entry done and ready to snuggle down by midnight. And yes, O.M. won, 4:2 on penalties

Weather: 16° H, 9° L; sunny wind at 90km/h

19.4.24: All aboard!

No 2 on Françoise's to do list was to go up to Notre Dame de la Garde (la bonne mère/goodmother), like many other pensioners, on the little tourist train. Even though the wind had dropped, it was still a bit chilly, so out came the bonnet. It didn't help that the road was bumpy as we rattled along "too fast without stopping" (according to Françoise) along the way so that we could take in the view .The Fort of La Garde was built in 1524; some of the ramparts still exist from where you can take in 360° views of the islands, the city and O.M.'s stadium. The ornate basilica was built in the 2nd half of the 19th century. We started off  with a hot drink stop in the modern dining room. 

 Thus fortified with hot chocolate, we made our way up the steps to the   basilica where an amazing decor awaited us and a stiff neck resulted from having to take in the ceilings. 

Taking the wee train back was not an option so we walked back, passed the American World War ll tank the Jeanne d'Arc that was involved in the liberation of Marseille, down through the Jardin de la Colonne stopping at the "Four des Navettes" founded in 1781 for Françoise to buy some of their speciality biscuits for the family. Legend has it that these hard sweet biscuits were originally created by sailors’ wives who offered them as offerings at the Basilica, seeking protection for their husbands at sea. The shape of the biscuit resembles a small boat (navette means “shuttle” or “small boat” in French), which is believed to symbolize the safe return of sailors. Had a quick look at the uninspiring Abbey of St Victor founded in 5th century and fortified in 14th century. Then we ambled down to the port and for a change, ate on the south shore at "The Marine".

Ceasar salad for me and Soupions and chips (too oily) for Françoise. Our waiter kept the terrace entertained with his chat as did the table of O.M. supporters from Anjou next to us. The patter was good and my salad copious. The youngest and perhaps the most well oiled said «au revoir» to me in typical French tradition! Sun was shining so we sat out on the Rue Saint Saëns until it was time to go back to the hotel to collect our baggage. Staff were as helpful as usual and Leila the manageress/proprietor came to say goodbye. 

Made it to the station in good time with chivalry coming to the fore from stronger arms willing to help Françoise with her case.It being the start of the school Spring holiday our train was full all the way to the terminus in Bordeaux. All passed without mishap and the 5 minute connection at Narbonne worked. Jean was at Perpignan to meet us and I was chez moi about 22h well pleased with the trip despite it being punctuated by a few episodes of negativity. A laugh combined with a Gallic shrug saw me through!

Weather: Marseille: 21°, sunshine and white cloud, windier in the afternoon.

20.4.24 - 25.4.24: Well, didn't hang around resting. Apéro chez moi, Saturday evening with JJ, Jean & Françoise.

La Fête de St Jordi on Sunday. Changed days from when Flo and I organised the event with people in medieval costume, a fire eater, stalls, decorations; won't bore you with more. There were however, books and roses in accordance with tradition, sardane dancing and Catalan songs. Oh yes, of course there was an apéritif laid on by the Mairie. Not many people, so as I said changed days.. Monday, lunch at Jacques' followed by a trip to La Jonquera to battle the wind and do some shopping. Only wanted some rubber gloves and a bottle of martini. Came back with three frying pans of different sizes and three bottles of martini that were on offer. Two litre bottles and a free 70cl bottle for just shy of 14€! And I did find some rubber gloves, too. Tuesday there was a day out with Lynne.

Lunch at the Bistrot des Caves (good) and a visit to said Byrrh caves across the road. A family enterprise started in 1866. A popular aromatised wine apéritif made from red wine, mistelle (a slightly fermented white wine to which brandy has been added) and quinine, marketed in bygone days as a "hygienic drink." 

Their other claim to fame is the huge oak vat which took 3 years to build and house, that could hold 1,000,200 litres.

A walk around Thuir followed but we didn't stop for either tea or end up buying anything. That evening there was a pink full moon so called by native Americans because a pink wild flower blooms in April not because it looks pink. 

 

That was true but the photo I took turned out pink; how spooky is that? Wednesday, over to Dali's for lunch with JJ, Frederic and Éric at midday.

Apéro with champagne, œufs mimosa garnished with caviar, seafood rice, cheese platter and a splendid dessert. Five bottles of red, 1 of champagne and a coffee laced with rum later. I arrived home clutching a tupperware of leftovers at 19h45. Meals at Dali's are certainly a test of your staying power to say the least. Thursday, I went off to Figueres with André and Lisa.

Started with a coffee at the Café de Paris on the Rambla. Didn't have an apéro at the market café but did take a photo to send to Michel. Had a pleasant lunch not far from the museum and made our way home for 16h30.

26.4.24 - 30.4.24: 

Three days of respite from over indulgence and in order to try and undo some of the damage I found time for some sessions on the treadmill until an invitation to join JJ and Dali for a couscous lunch in La Jonquera. That was after a couple of apéros at Dali's that is. We got spicy olives on arrival at the restaurant and mint tea and delicious Moroccan pastries for dessert, compliments of the house. Pleasant service, good food, a very reasonable price in genial company; there are worse ways to spend a Sunday! We were prudent enough to just drop Dali off without out entering! You'll realise by now the "dangers" that would entail!

The month ended with mixed fortunes. On the positive side I found a home for the ink cartridges and we've had rain; the raincoat impulsively bought in Scotland last year served me well. Dinner at Anna & Gérard's was a pleasant affair and like Cinderella, I was home for midnight. On the negative side, the heavy rain and a lack of forethought on my part, brought a small leak in one of the bedrooms. Fortunately, it was easily rectified. More annoyingly, my 14 year, not excessively used oven, has developed a mind of it's own. Starts up and sometimes hops from one temperature to another. Decided it was a bit risky to leave on so have switched it off at the junction box as the plug is inaccessible. That entails a rethink as to where to put the kettle as the plug is on the same wiring. No comment. Not very convenient and I had to buy a lighter for the gas hob. Think a visit to Boulanger, the local electrical store is a must sometime soon. and I've two friends who are not in good places and are in need of a listening ear. Finishing on  an upbeat note, Françoise asked if I'd like to join her on a trip to Argelès tomorrow morning. It's a public holiday and rain's not forecast until the afternoon. "Yes", said I; tout de suite!

Weather: the month stated with a temperatures of 21° during the day/ 9° overnight and ended with 18° during the day/ 12° overnight, In between the highest daytime temperature was 30° and the lowest overnight temperature was 6°. There were strong winds reaching 95km/h, sunshine and daily rain on and off from the 26th.

Notes of Nature: