Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Love in Josselin

Love in Josselin


One late night a few weeks ago, Skippy and I were out for a short walk before bedtime when we happened to witness the goodnight kiss
of a young couple just a few doors away.
I don't think they noticed us at all.  

I forgot all about it until a few days after when I noticed a small bouquet of flowers on the ledge by her door.  At the time I thought maybe she had left them there on the night I had seen "the kiss". They had wilted.

But the next morning while walking Skippy, I saw another bouquet on top of the first.  Since then, almost every morning there has been a new bouquet on the ledge by her door.  (Some days we go in the other direction so I don't know if they are there every day)  

Now, I feel compelled to check every morning and so I did today.
This time I took a picture of the small bouquet of deep pink roses.

There is no way to tell if this sweet ritual is requited by the young lady.  Does she tenderly place them in her favorite vase?  Does she toss them away, with the coffee grounds and apple cores?
Does she impatiently await their arrival and peek around the curtain to see?  Is he making up for a spat?  I wonder how long this gesture will go on.  I hope it never ends.



Monday, April 22, 2013

Sorry about That!

Symbol of Celtic Brittany
Camelia by the Castle
Sorry to have been away for so long.   I've been greatly distracted by the SUN!!!  Finally!  Everyone has had cabin fever and is out and about all day, catching rays and enjoying the end of those gloomy grey days.  
I think it has been the same there with you.  All over the northern hemisphere it seems to have been a very long and very cold winter.  Even now, the temps are not very high, still mostly in the 50's here and now and then a 62 or so.  BUT to have the sun shining is everything!  Everyone is cheerful and full of energy.  Maybe I'll eat these words in mid July, when it is 85 without air conditioning.  No one here has it.  Maybe in the south, in Provence, but not here. 

It has been fun walking around town taking pictures.   Just stuff.  Popular car insignias.  Plants, buildings and some of my little excursions.   Books seen in the window of the English Book Store. 

Pictures of my favorite grilled goat cheese on toast salad.  Over and Over.  (like I said: my favorite)

There has been a Haiku Festival here, also this weekend there is a Flower Festival at the Chateau. (castle)    Oh yes, I'm going.  Also, I'm told that in summer evenings on the Marie Square (town hall) there are pop concerts with live bands sponsored by the area restaurants. 

Across the street from me, in the old Pharmacie, a Druid shop has opened.   They have books and crystals and other paraphenalia. 

There are 2 or 3 new jewelry shops and word is.....the shoe store next to me will open on the 27th of April.  Speaking of the 27th, Lucille and I are going to the cinema to see a special film.  I have not idea what it's about, but I'm following her lead for what is good.  I did love "Under the Fig Tree" which starred her 99 year old cousin, Gisele.   I hope I mentioned that before. 

French class is suspended for 3 weeks.  It's semester break.   I was "demoted" to a different class, in order to reinforce some basics, which I still do not have.  I had entered a higher class because it was peopled with "friends' who are fun and entertaining.  So, while I had a ball in that class, I was only glossing over much needed info.   In my new class I am made to actually work.  But it is also fun and full of very likeable people.   It's fascinating to hear peoples' stories and backgrounds.   I am the only American in any of the classes, that I know of.    Most are French (for the reverse instruction)  English,, Welsh and a little Scottish, I think.  

My biggest problem here is that I have been unable to lose weight!  I suppose it is very foolish to move to France for a year and expect great success in suppressing one's appetite for those very French foods one craves the most.  Bread, Cheese, Pastries, lovely sauces, and of course wine.

Having confessed, maybe now I can renew my effort with more success.  The veggies and fruits are great so there is really little excuse. 

This week I start an exercise class here in town.  We'll see how that goes.   :-)

Very noticeable to me is the scaffolding on the castle tower which was installed back in January.  I have never seen anyone doing work on the tower since that time.  Now it seems just in the way for all the photos that will be taken during the season.  I really hope they take it down soon.  Even this weekend with the flower show, it will be an eyesore. 

Speaking of Season!!!!   I am so excited to be having my daughter and her husband coming over for a good long visit!  We are planning so many things and I am really hoping for good weather.   It's a 3 hour drive up to Omaha Beach in Normandy which is a must for any visiting Americans. We will stay at a great B&B ( La Beauconniere )  www,labeauconniere.com   in Lamberville overnight and drive to Mont St. Michel on the way back to Josselin.   Later (another day) we will drive the 80 min. trip to Vannes, on the south shore of Brittany to check out the old town of Vannes and the beaches there.  They will then leave Brittany (and me) and go on to Paris for a sort of 1 year anniversary honeymoon!! 

Last Saturday, I was happy to spend the afternoon with Sue in her garden, soaking in the rays and reading a book while she was doing some gardening.  She invited me to just hang out as the unfortunate thing about the location of my house here in Josselin is that it just doesn't get any sun.  That could be a blessing in July, but for now it is frustrating.  
 Saturday Sky
Cartoon of Sue's dog, Gus as
"A Bone Apart"  (as Sue is crazy about Napoleon)

Speaking of books, I've just gone through a little reading frenzy.  I read in spurts and one of the books I recently devoured was Life after Life by Kay Atkinson.   I highly recommend it.  It's an unusual premise but once into it, I couldn't put it down.   (It has nothing to do with France.)

 Now I am reading a memoir by Pascal Khoo Thwe, From the Land of Green Ghosts, a Burmese Odyssey.  It's very well done and explores Burma's volatile history and dismal human rights record.

Every day, Skippy and I go by the English Book Shop and peruse the books in the window.   Every couple of weeks or so they change them out.  The most intriguing one so far has been "Donkeyness".  I forget the author.  It is a look into what makes donkeys to be donkey-like.   One of these days I know I will break down and buy it.  (unless someone beats me to it)

Finally, I actually got my nerve up and went to get my hair cut and colored!  It's been since the week before I arrived that I had that done and it was really looking like it.  I am pleased with the outcome and glad that I don't have to dread that anymore.  Silvie and Emilie at LaCoif did a great job!  Thanks!
Skippy in the sun

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Here I am, again!

Hi Everyone!

Today I am back to post things I wrote in an email yesterday.  I don't really know if you're interested.

To start, I've been having a time with the washing machine.  Turns out I don't need an "engineer" afterall.  I discovered that I must manually turn the dial to stop/start after a load to turn the machine off and the on again and to the time setting in order to start a new load.  It doesn't do that automatically, like every other washer in the world.  But I am thrilled nonetheless.  I have washed clothes by hand before, but I have not been a happy camper about it the last couple of weeks.   You should have heard me whoo-hooing!! in the laundry room yesterday morning!!  Remember, it's the little things. 

I got Maggie's birthday present sent off (wow, 18!!!!) and right after that I discovered a great new shop has opened up in town.  Definitely going there!!  Maggie could end up with an extra item.  Maybe I could, too.

    Yesterday and today have been beautiful and sunny, not warm but if you're in the sun very pleasant.
Lots of tourists around, too.  While I'm still wearing a coat and scarf, some people are having coffee at the cafes on the street in shirtsleeves.                            

                                                              
But it must have been horrible in medieval times.  NO heat, unless you could find some firewood and chop it while your hands and feet were freezing off.  No boots, no gloves.  Rags?  No electricity.  Maybe not even any candles.  No laptop. Yikes!  Not even any books unless you were a monk and then you had to write your own.  (in total silence)  Where would you even get cloth to make clothes?  No quilted puffer parka.  Or cashmere scarf.  No shower, no jojoba scented body wash.  Stinky feet forever.  And for dinner maybe a roasted rabbit and some wild onions.  If you were good with arrows.  And plucking fur.  Otherwise, you might get a gruel of some oats and onions in boiling water. Yum.  Then you would have to spend the whole next day scrounging up another dinner.  Ok, some eggs and some fruit if you could get them before the weasels and bears.  You could make some cider or mead if you had some apples or honey around.   Even the nobility still got boils and plague and lice.  I can't help but think what an amazing stroke of good fortune it is to be randomely alive NOW.  It's not as if any of us had a choice in it.  I wonder if the people of the future will pity us!   

These things will weigh on your mind a lot if you watch Youtube History documentaries.  There's no baseball here!

avec amour, AuRevoir!!  Till we meet again!



Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Easter or Paques with a tiny "roof" over the a (which can't be done on this keyboard)

                                               Little gifts given to me by friends for Easter.

     Saturday night, Easter Eve, Sue put on a fabulous dinner.

She started us off with little scallops in a creme sauce, served on scallop shells, also prawns served over pureed potatoes heavily laced with lemon!!  and parsley.   The potatoes were amazing! 

Next came the beautiful leg of lamb done to perfection.  Accompanying were deep roasted potatoes, creamed chopped leeks, and a sort of curried sweet potato dish.   Afterwards, we had an assortment of cheeses.  I've forgotten the name, but my favorite was a local cheese from cow's milk.  A medium firm, slightly sweet, and bold but with mild aftertaste.  Great with my red wine from the Rhone.

For dessert, Sue served pears poached in a gingered, white wine sauce along side individual chocolate tarts in feather-light crust.  

After, we had coffee by the fire and chatted until it was time to roll ourselves out the door.  We lost an hour's sleep that night as Easter Eve was France's night to turn the clocks ahead.  I wonder who thought of that!  

(I have been planning (in my head) my own dinner party, but after Saturday, I have to revamp.  A high standard has been set by Sue and by Ann Bird!) 

Once I got home, I stupidly, foolishly made the decision to stay up late to cheer on Ohio State in their NCAA quest for championship.  I was so mad at myself, staying up so late for THAT disaster.  PLUS, I lost an hour.   

I did oversleep, but still managed to get to the church on time for the Easter Mass.  The bells had begun pealing a little after 10.   And they didn't stop until 10:30.  By the time I took my seat, way up front, the huge pipe organ had taken over.  

Everything was very lovely.  The chorale music gorgeous.  Of course, the mass was in French and the setting medieval and so the mood was serene.  Brigitte reminded me that the choirmaster has "created" the choir in just a couple of years work and practice.  He owns a B&B on an island in the middle of the river.  He also is a New Yorker!!!  
 
                                                               St. Therese
 

I did notice that there were no spring-y pastel colors being worn.  No florals, no white ruffles, no big hats.  No "Easter Parade".   No little girls in their new Mary-Janes.   We were all dressed in our dark winter coats.  AND that is not just because of the cold.  Even if it were warmer, there'd have been no real
"dressing up" for Easter.   It must be an American or British thing.   (Here is the pipe organ)

So, in all, I had a very pleasant Easter weekend.   Except for missing all of you who are far away.  

I hope all of you had a wonderful Passover or Easter with your loved ones.   Be at peace.

Till we meet again.........auRevoir