No need to think about food as Valérie and Christophe did the honours.
Welcome to all of you out there who might be interested to know about life chez nous. Hopefully, some of you will have happy memories of the house and the village and for those of our friends who have not yet made it over here, perhaps this blog will show them what they are missing! Click on the photos to enlarge them and please feel free to comment. A first name would be great so we're not left wondering who "anonymous" is! À bientôt et bonne navigation!
Saturday, 31 July 2010
Breaking the Habit
No need to think about food as Valérie and Christophe did the honours.
Friday, 30 July 2010
En Famille
In the evening Christian and I toddled along to the bar where a young accordianist who has played there before was playing, I guess to earn money to help with her studies. The music was just how non-French (well, at least Brits of my age) would imagine the France of Edith Piaf and bal-musette. All very nostalgic to start off with but after about half an hour we were ready for home and bed even though we don't have to get up and walk tomorrow.
Labels:
al fresco,
Catalunya S,
family,
music,
resto,
village festivities
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Association Stuff
26th -29th
Christophe and family arrived on Monday but now that I'm not flogging myself to death trying to turn out two three course meals a day, there was still time for the English working group, the association visit to the library, committee meeting and language exchange. Thursday evening however we did do the grandparents bit by taking the kids out for something to eat while Christophe and Valérie went out for a romantic dinner. Ours was the complete opposite - a cheap and cheerful menu at the local campsite's restaurant.
Christophe and family arrived on Monday but now that I'm not flogging myself to death trying to turn out two three course meals a day, there was still time for the English working group, the association visit to the library, committee meeting and language exchange. Thursday evening however we did do the grandparents bit by taking the kids out for something to eat while Christophe and Valérie went out for a romantic dinner. Ours was the complete opposite - a cheap and cheerful menu at the local campsite's restaurant.
Monday, 26 July 2010
Thinking Time
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Village Festivities
Labels:
association,
organised meals,
traditions,
village festivities
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Meals with Friends
Monday (19th) we kept up tradition by taking Michelle and Jean-Jacques out to lunch to celebrate Michelle's birthday and very good it was too. A shady terrace, good food and an excellent bottle of wine. In the evening there was an open air showing of a film but we only stayed long enough to show our faces and eat an ice cream.
Tuesday (20th) there was an apéritif dinatoire at Lone and Jesper's on their roof-top terrace. Hard to believe that they are off back to Denmark in a couple of days. Very generously Lone is giving the proceeds from the sale of her photos to the Association. All I have to do is get people to cough up!
Wednesday (20th)it was our turn to play host to Françoise, Bernard, Francis and Simone. This time it didn't rain so Christian had no excuse to duck out of the barbeque.
Friday, 16 July 2010
Bad Timing
A day when things didn't go according to plan. Firstly Thérèse rang at the last minute to say that she couldn't come to help as family had arrived which meant that I had to scoot around doing some cleaning as well as preparing dinner for six of us. Then Michel telephoned to say that he and Alain were going to be late, then Juste and Joséphine phoned to say that their son from Paris had turned up unexpectedly so they wouldn't be coming, then to cap it all, the skies opened and put pay to eating on the terrace. Still, there was so much food left over that Michel and Alain were able to leave with a doggie bag and I didn't have to think about cooking for the rest of the weekend.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Payback Time
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
The Longest Day
It was good to have a busy day after yesterday's news which for obvious reason had a two fold impact on me. As we had to be on board the military transport to go up to the other village by 8.15am, there was no walk around the lake. The weather was fine and being at nearly 1000m, there was a freshness in the air. All went off according to plan and apart from the Young People's Mayor reading an address, the ceremony was much like any of the others. There was of course the same thing down in the village but with a tenor to sign the Marseillais, the sardane and an 'apéritif républican' in the square. Lunch was in a military bivouac set up by the group who'd provided the vehicles and Christian took his turn to serve up lunch. It was exceedingly hot and he was very tired at the end of it all. In the evening, after spending the rest of the afternoon with Alain who did some fine tuning on the ipods, we met Diana and her friend Ian for a quick drink. Neither of us had the energy to go down to the recreation ground to see the fireworks but we had a good view of them from le nid(nest)and they were really superb. Worthy of any big town.
Labels:
ceremony,
friends,
technology,
village festivities,
weather
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Edofglasgow
Suzanne telephoned this evening out of the blue bringing terrible news of our friend Eddie who had died following a heart attack. Knowing how we feel, we can well imagine the effect on the family and are thinking of them.Eddie was one of the faithful few who kept up with our daily doings via the blog and only went home from here a couple of weeks ago. It's so hard to believe that when I open my inbox there will be no email from him about the family, things French and Glaswegian and of course Celtic and all with his own particular brand of humour. No more Andy Murray,no more Leonard Cohen and no more Frankie Lee and Judas Priest.
Well, the moral of the story
The moral of the song
Is simply that one should never be
Where ones does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road. (Bob Dylan)
I never knew why this was Eddie's party piece; I wish I had asked him but reading this it's come home to me that this was indeed his philosophy ....
Well, the moral of the story
The moral of the song
Is simply that one should never be
Where ones does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road. (Bob Dylan)
I never knew why this was Eddie's party piece; I wish I had asked him but reading this it's come home to me that this was indeed his philosophy ....
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