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Another half year in Provence.The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.comBlogger160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-89385935021824674372020-02-22T22:32:00.000+01:002020-02-22T22:32:10.848+01:00Musings<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt;">
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our village yesterday and bought two ribs of stalk of celery. (I had to look up
the definition to be sure that I had the terms correct.) I don’t think I have
ever bought celery by the rib before. I don’t know whether it is a French thing
but I am sure that every time I buy celery in the states, the stalk comes in a
plastic bag. You don’t slide the stalk out and break off some ribs. You buy the
whole stalk in its plastic bag.</span></li>
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with a pumpkin-like squash, I could tell the vendor to cut off as much as I wanted;
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of squash or I hand over the ribs of celery to be weighed, I put them in a bag
which I carry and reuse with regularity. The French have gotten serious about
the overabundance of plastic and do not permit merchants to provide plastic bags
unless they are made of bio-degradable materials. No one at the checkout
counter asks “paper or plastic”. You are expected to bring your own shopping
bags. (Grocery stores have not provided shopping bags for purchases for as long
as we have been coming to France but eliminating the produce plastic bags is
relatively new.)</span></li>
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of an Italian cartoon I saw on Facebook in which the fish monger is handing a
whole fish to a woman and the woman asks: “No plastic bag?” to which the fish
monger replies: “It’s already inside.”</span></li>
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problem with our French car: the power steering went out. We had to call a
towing service to transport our car to a garage. First, I had to learn the term
for power steering (<i>direction assistée</i>)
so I could begin to explain the problem to the tow truck operator. Then, I
didn’t know the term for tow truck (<i>camion
de dépannage, dépanneuse</i>). The French terms – repair truck, repairer – are
more generic than English which was a good thing in this instance as the truck
that arrived was a flat-bed; not a tow truck at all.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For all of the allegiance to
supporting handicappers in France, there are few sidewalks in this village
which would accommodate a wheel chair…</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have written before that Vaison
la Romaine is a tourist town because it has the most extensive Roman ruins sites
in all of France. Being a tourist town means that the population changes from
about 7000 in the winter to 14000 in the summer. Being here in the low season
has its challenges. Several restaurants have only eight or nine month
schedules. If the restaurants are open all year, it is certain that they close
for several weeks in the winter for <i>congé
annuel</i> – annual vacation. It is not rare to plan to go to a restaurant only
to find a sign on the door saying <i>congé
annuel</i> or <i>fermeture exceptionelle </i>(closed
due to unforeseen circumstances). Add to that the regular weekly closings of
all commerce (closed after noon on Sunday and many places stay closed all of
Monday), one learns that it is necessary to have provisions in place because
one cannot jump in the car on a Sunday and go to a store to pick up a forgotten
item and expect it to be open. And don’t bother thinking about the concept of
24/7.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Twelve years ago, someone staying
at our apartment wanted to find a café or a coffee shop where he could order a
take-out coffee. I don’t know whether it is a good thing but there are now a
couple of shops that will sell a coffee to go and now there is also <i>MacDo</i> – the term the French use for
MacDonald’s – in Vaison : (.</span></li>
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-62854477148390009612019-07-23T01:19:00.000+02:002019-07-23T01:19:31.429+02:00I Know Where You Are From<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you remember in the movie <u>Inglorious Basterds</u> when
Lt. Archie Hicox (Michael Fassbender) is discovered to be a spy because he orders
three beers in a German bar raising his hand and using his index, middle and
ring finger for the order? Our hand gestures, facial expressions and mannerisms
are part of our identity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I used to be “discovered” to be American when I would raise
my index finger to designate one of something. At the crèche where I volunteer,
the kids learn to count using their thumb for “one”, their index finger for
“two”, etc. When I teach the kids word games that have hand gestures, I have to
remember to use the French system.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> If you are getting dessert in France (or in England), you
will get a spoon with your dessert even when it is cake or pie. Forks are apparently
not for eating dessert. Spoons are reserved for eating ice cream or pudding but
not for eating cake or pie. By the way, “pudding” is the generic name for
dessert in England whether it is pudding or pie or sherbet. Giving your guests
the option of using a spoon or a fork when you serve pie or cake for dessert
will help discover where they are from: the Americans will pick up the fork;
the French (and the English) will pick up the spoon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> If you see a person asking someone a question and they don’t
start by saying “hello, how are you” (or similar salutations), you can pretty
much guess that the person is an American. We want the answer, now! No wasting
time with unnecessary pleasantries (though pleasantries ARE necessary)!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It used to be that if you saw someone wearing sweats in
public, you knew the person was American but wearing sweats or jogging suits is
becoming more prevalent in France. (It still doesn’t make it right.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> At the market, I continue to be amazed at how well the
market vendors can pick one’s nationality. I sometimes feel that I have
“American” stamped on my forehead because the vendors have already figured out
where I am from and offer me the “discount for Americans”. I know American
clothes are different from European clothes but what about when I am wearing my
purchased-in-the-village jacket over my American shirt? How do they know? Shoes
could be a giveaway. Americans wear comfortable shoes – often trainers or walking
shoes – and often white ones…</span><o:p></o:p></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-3430159955115261272019-07-05T15:20:00.002+02:002019-07-05T15:21:09.069+02:00Travels from France<br />
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it has been a really long time since I have posted my observations. When I
finished my text, I couldn’t remember the procedure for creating a post. It
took me a few minutes of reflection before I remembered that Google has a
variety of apps and “Blogger” is one of them. Posting a new article should be straight forward: I have written
and posted more than 150 of them. I guess when readers of my blogs have said
that it has been a long time since they have seen any now posts, they are
right! Let’s see if I can still do this…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We had two trips out of France
this year. We went to Barcelona to meet Lansing friends and the four of us went
on to Bordeaux via Carcassonne. The second trip was to Florence as our
next-door neighbors (Lansing) invited us to join them at the apartment that
they had rented there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Ellen and I had not been to Barcelona in fifty years. I guess it has
changed. The Gaudi cathedral (Sagrada Familia) is closer to being finished. As
we did on our last visit, we ambled along Las Ramblas but so much has changed.
Barcelona hosted the Olympics (1992) and appears to have used the opportunity
to clean up the whole city, especially the waterfront area. We had tips on
places to see and good restaurants in which to eat from our friends at <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Thé Chez Toi </i>who had lived in Barcelona
before they moved to Vaison. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Carcassonne is one of the most famous walled cities from the middle
ages and we wanted our friends to see it. We also wanted them to try <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cassoulet </i>– the white bean, sausage and
duck confit stew - in the region where the recipe was created. We stayed at an
old (Renaissance era) hotel in Caunes-Minervois; a hotel at which Ellen and I
had stayed 12 years ago. The owner, Frederic Guiraud, is a charming man who is
continually working at updating Hôtel d’Alibert. Our only disappointment was
that the owner had closed the restaurant but he made reservations for us at
another place. The rooms were large but just the idea of sleeping in a room
that is older than the United States gives me pause.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We left Caunes-Minervois and headed off to Bordeaux. Travel has changed
dramatically since the arrival of smart phones. Twelve years ago, when Ellen
and I were travelling across the south of France, I found the Hôtel d’Alibert
in Rick Steves guide and called from the car. (Ten years before that, we didn’t
have cell phones.) This trip, Ellen not only let the owner of the hotel know
when we were arriving but used her phone to find restaurants along the route. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Bordeaux was as good as friends said it would be. It is a vibrant city.
On the first day there, our trolley trip was interrupted by a huge demonstration
about climate change. We didn’t let it rain on our parade. We made it to the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cité du Vin </i>– the new wine museum. It is
a museum with a lot of interactive displays so we all had fun trying to improve
our wine knowledge. We took a side trip to St. Emillion to taste wine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We had been to Florence before but for only a day. The apartment that
our neighbors rented was in the center of the city only a kilometer from the
city market and the Duomo – the spectacular white and green marble cathedral in
the center of the city. Even in early April, the lines of tourists waiting to
enter a museum or historic site were foreboding. The apartment was close to
Piazza San Marco and a tourist group staging area so we were sharing the narrow
sidewalks with tour groups of seniors or school-age children. I can’t imagine
what maneuvering the city would be like in July.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">We ate well and drank well. Our neighbor loves Chianti classico and he
found a number of great ones for us to try.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">One day, on our walk to the city market, we noticed that there was a
photo exhibition of David Bowie being shown at the Medici Palace. The exhibition,
called “Heroes – Bowie by Sukita” was a collection of photos taken by Japanese
photographer Masayoshi Sukita that spanned the public life of David Bowie from
1972 until his death in 2016. The juxtaposition of photos of a pop icon in the city
palace of the Medici family (construction started in 1445) made the exhibit all
the more interesting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I love our village in France but must admit that I thoroughly enjoyed
Barcelona and Florence. I can get pretty chauvinistic about French wines and
French cuisine but I also appreciate the quality of the foods and wines in
Spain and Italy. The things that made the trip special were friends. Experiences
are so much richer when they are shared.</span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com213tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-25306446430907749752019-01-02T19:44:00.000+01:002019-01-02T19:44:17.200+01:00La Bureaucratie Française<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">A bureaucracy is “a
government administered primarily by bureaus staffed with non-elected officials”.<a href="https://d.docs.live.net/33e7381250be7ea9/Documents/Blog%20Texts/Bureaucracy.docx#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a>
Bureaucracies were established in ancient China, in ancient Egypt, in the Roman
empire and have continued to modern times. Karl Marx, Max Weber, Woodrow Wilson,
among others, wrote about the advantages of bureaucracies.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Over time, the definition
has moved to describe the “dark side” of bureaucracy. We talk about the red
tape, the inefficiencies and the problems and have come to expect that an
encounter with a bureaucrat will be negative. Ellen and I have heard horror
stories about the French bureaucracy and have come to fear that we may have to
meet with impatient and impolite functionaries.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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positive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Maybe it is because the
specter of an encounter with an impolite or bored functionary makes us invest
an inordinate amount of time in preparation. Maybe it is because we are polite.
Maybe it is because we speak French. Maybe it is because we’re old. Whatever
the reason (most likely the last one), we have had only successful and positive
encounters with the French system. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Case in point: the French
visa process. In the original application, we had to travel to Chicago to visit
the French consulate to obtain our first visa. We arrived armed for bear and
encountered a lamb of a bureaucrat. She was most impressed with the notebooks
with tabs marking the sections to match the questions that Ellen had created. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Très organisé!”</i> she said to her
colleague as she held up the notebook. A few weeks later – in the timeframe she
had given us – our visas arrived and we were off to France. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">Each time that we have gone
to our local prefecture in Avignon to renew our visas, we have had similar
experiences. The appointments have been efficient. At the prefecture, you are
greeted by a person who asks why you are there and then helps you select the
right category so you end up with the appropriate number for the queue (there
are multiple reasons that people need to meet with a bureaucrat: driver’s
license, identity cards, visas and each category appears on the overhead
screens with the number of the person currently being served. Our waits have
been short even though I am pretty meticulous about being there with <u>plenty</u>
of time prior to our scheduled appointment time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #222222; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 107%;">It seems now that the
hardest part of our “day with the bureaucrats” comes after the appointment when
we have to choose where we will have lunch in Avignon!😊<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-7517778793835199752018-12-17T23:22:00.000+01:002018-12-18T09:31:53.329+01:00Compare and contrast « Ob-la-di » with « Ob-la-da-blah-blah-blah»<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0px;" width="104" /></a><br />
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am struck by the differences between our countries. We have been doing this
transcontinental shuffle for ten years (!) now but the contrasts are still
striking.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There are the givens of
geography: Provence is much sunnier than Michigan. Even though our village is
at a latitude comparable to Traverse City, MI, the weather is much milder. I
have read that Global Warming will negatively affect the Gulf Stream and Europe
will lose the warming effects that the Gulf Stream brings but at the moment,
the warm winds continue to make the Provence climate feel like South Carolina.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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each trip is that Americans are heavier than French people. When one thinks
about the differences in cuisine, one might conclude that the French ought to
be heavier given all of the wonderful sauces and cheeses added to foods (not to
mention all of the wonderful French pastries and, of course, wine). I am
guessing that the biggest difference is that snacking in France is at a
minimum. One does not find a rack of candy bars at the check-out lanes of the
grocery stores in France.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Relatedly, the French dress
better. In general, they have not adopted American ultra-casual styles. For
instance, one rarely sees people in sweats at a store or an event. Many French
people wear sport shoes as we do in the US but they are most often not white.
French women are especially aware of fashion trends and seem to buy the latest
styles. In terms of fashions, France is the land of scarves. Women and men wear
scarves in every season but in winter the scarves are as long as a person is
tall and though a scarf often looks like the person threw it on, it has been
wound and knotted with careful attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Another striking difference is
that Americans are louder. At a restaurant or at a café, the noise level is
lower than in the states. Ellen and I were at a bistro for lunch one day and a
woman at another table laughed out loud – so loudly that people turned to see
where the noise was coming from. When we go out to eat, you can usually
identify the Americans in the restaurant by the decibels emanating from their
table. I also think that the French have a different intonation in their
voices. You don’t have to hear the words to know that the person is speaking
French.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There is much less litter in
France. I don’t know whether that is due to an awareness of the environment or
the fact that cities and villages still hire street sweepers whose job it is to
keep the streets litter free. The downside to street sweepers is that French
sidewalks are often booby-trapped with dog-do. (The attitude among many French
dog owners is that since the street sweeper is paid with <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my </i>taxes to clean the streets, it is not <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">my </i>responsibility to do his job. The attitude is slowly changing.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The French smoke a lot! Leaving
the airport terminal as we arrived, we had to walk through a veil of cigarette
smoke from people standing outside of the terminal. Smoking is much more
pervasive than in the states. You cannot smoke in enclosed spaces in France but
all of the cafés have an outdoor smoking section and even on cold days, people
sit outside all bundled up in order to have a cigarette with their glass of
wine or cup of coffee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Our lives go on and the
differences between France and America increase or diminish over time. The only
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has been very chilly here. The daytime temperature going
only as high as 50° is bad enough but when the Mistral is blowing it is
downright cold. We walked up to the old town yesterday and the wind was a
literal slap in the face. (I understand that the word literal no longer means only
literally. It can also mean figuratively.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was supposed to warm up before Easter but
the wind continues to keep the temperatures cold…<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Many of the shops do not heat the interior or if they are
heated, they set the temperature very low. Several stores leave the entry door
open even when the outside temperature is around 45° F. The clerks work while
wearing big sweaters or coats and scarves. Customers don’t seem to mind.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More than a year ago, a dear friend sent me the Food Section
of the New York Times. The section was titled: “<u>The New Essentials of French
Cooking</u>” by Melissa Clark and includes 10 recipes. Since receiving the
section, I have been going through the recipes to learn them. So far, I have
been successful in making <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Coq au Vin,
Cassoulet, Sole Meunière, Omelet, Ratatouille, Quiche and Steak. </i>I have yet
to try <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tajine, Pommes Anna and Soufflé.</i>
I think my favorites so far are <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Cassoulet</i>
and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Sole Meunière</i> though I love
making/eating <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Ratatouille</i> and what’s
not to like about a recipe that calls for marinating chicken with a bottle of
wine? I would never have predicted that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Tajine
</i>would be on the list but the author says that this dish of North African
origins is so good it has found its way into French cooking. (I agree with her:
it is quite good.)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has been fun learning new recipes. My kitchen skills are
still fairly minimal – I don’t have the creativity of our friend Dan or my high
school friend who writes the food blog <u>Yo Jo, What’s for Dinner</u> but I enjoy
shopping and then cooking. Plus, now I have more than six recipes so we no
longer have to eat the same recipe twice in one week.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is supposedly spring here though the temperatures belie
the fact. But, one can now find asparagus and strawberries in the market. The
early asparagus is expensive but the price drops every week until the end of
the asparagus season. The strawberries are so sweet, one cannot imagine how
nature packs so much sweetness into the berries. Soon, the vendors will start
selling the softball-sized melons that are grown about 50 km south of here.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Related to the strawberries – and other foods as well – the location
at which the produce is grown is important in France. Somewhat like Americans
who buy salmon and choose the salmon based on its source. In Provence, the best
strawberries come from Carpentras – a city about 25 km from here. The best
melons come from Cavaillon. If you like mussels, the best mussels come from
Brittany – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">moules de Bouchot</i>. The
best lentils come from Le Puy-en-Velay. And then there are the cheeses – all of
which have a geographic origin. French gruyere for instance is called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Comté </i>and comes from the Franche-Comté
region in eastern France. Grocery stores must post the country of origin for
fruits, vegetables, honey and meat.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have had a rush of visitors: our next door neighbor from
Lansing, a long-time friend and colleague of Ellen with her friend. It has been
fun – it is always fun – to show people why we like Provence as much as we do.
On the clear days, the sky is a brilliant blue and the limestone in the
mountains seems to glisten. And, of course, limestone contributes to creating
the wonderful wines of Provence – <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">les Côtes
du Rhône – </i>which have become my favorite wines. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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becoming a favorite of ours: <i>Entre Amis </i>(Between
Friends)<i>.</i> We have eaten well there
twice since our return in December and the last time we were there we learned
that the chef was a woman – fairly uncommon in this area. In fact, <i>Entre Amis</i> is the only restaurant that I
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The restaurant was offering a special Valentine’s Day menu
that looked inviting. (Every time there is duck on the menu, I say the menu
looks inviting.) The meal started with an <i>“amuse
bouche” </i>of black olive tapenade on toasts. Their tapenade is very strongly
garlic-flavored. I love it! The <i>“amuse
bouche”</i> was followed by a “<i>P’tite
Pomme d’Amour”</i> which was not an apple at all but instead a fat cherry
tomato dipped in toffee and then rolled in crumbled nuts.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span lang="FR">The <i>Entrée</i> was <i>« Gravlax de Cabillaud agrémenté d’un Duo de Betterave et d’une
Tuile aux herbes ». </i></span>Raw cod served with tiny pickled beet tips
and herb crisps. The seasoning was very delicate but savory. The herb crisps
were like thin baked pesto crisps and were an attractive addition. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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crisps with your fingers or with a fork? The French seem to know how to handle
every food item without touching it with their fingers. – I used my fingers.</i><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Mélange Gourmand. » </i></span>The main course was a duck breast with
seasonings from Provence, foie gras served on a bed of couscous with
vegetables. Again the flavors were perfect. The couscous was prepared with
lemon zest and minced vegetables. The foie gras was warmed. (I prefer it cold.)
The server said that the chef prefers to serve the duck breast “<i>rose” </i>(pink). <span lang="FR">It was delicious.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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Coeur Passion sur un Croquant de Spéculos » </i>round marshmallows coated
with coconut and served on a spice biscuit. </span>This was a fun and light
dessert.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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French (and the English) provide only a spoon for eating dessert? I have
trouble picking things up with a spoon when a fork would work better.</i><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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had placed a litchi making for a perfumed drink to end the evening.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope your Valentine’s Day was as much fun (and as
flavorful) as ours.</span>The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-58469658102476357042017-12-28T11:49:00.001+01:002017-12-28T17:24:41.445+01:00Stepping Out<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">No</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">w that we are back in France, it is clear what I miss most about France when we are away: steps, baguettes and local groceries. (The list could go on for several more pages, but these three come to mind first.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Baguettes and local groceries are related to steps. Each morning, I <u>walk</u> to get a baguette. Then I walk to the local groceries and do the grocery shopping for the day and later I may need to make an extra trip for something that I forgot. At the end of most days, I have accumulated more than 10,000 steps just doing errands.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When in Lansing, I have to drive to a grocery. I used to walk to the City Market but all of the produce vendors have closed their booths. I now go to the City Market only for cheese. There are no small grocery vendors in Lansing though there are three within the center of Vaison la Romaine. I had hoped that the people who are buying lofts and condos in downtown Lansing might have created a demand for a local grocery but it has not happened yet… Maybe the recently passed legislation, introduced by Lansing Representative Andy Schorr, to bring groceries to urban food deserts will provide the incentive to establish local groceries or maybe Andy Schorr becoming mayor will bring a renewal of downtown Lansing commerce. We will see.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Grocery stores located beyond walking distance are an inconvenience but I can still get in my car and drive to one of the big box stores in Lansing. Finding a bakery that sells baguettes, on the other hand, is impossible. (People may object to my statement that there are no baguettes in Lansing by pointing out that almost every grocery sells a loaf of bread they call “baguettes”. They are all correct. But, I am talking about real, crusty baguettes, not the soft as white bread versions that most stores offer.) It seems that real baguettes have a freshness timer in them. If you don’t eat all of your baguette in one day, it turns hard. All you can do is use a plastic bag to keep the baguette soft or break up the hard left-over piece and make bread crumbs. Our while-in-Lansing solution is to buy frozen baguettes and bake them at home. The frozen baguettes are an acceptable substitute but far from the crunchy joys of a freshly baked baguette!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I guess that I have just become a proponent of “shop local, buy local”. I appreciate that I can walk that philosophy while I am in France – and am waiting for the day when it will be true in Lansing.</span>The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-7358484355211312612017-04-22T14:01:00.000+02:002017-04-22T14:01:48.915+02:00La Feria de Paques in Arles<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial";">We went with American friends to Arles for «La Feria de Paques» (Easter Festival). Ellen read that the festival draws 500,000 people to Arles! There is music, paella, bullfights and wine. We chose to go on Saturday which is also the regular «market day» for the city.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;">We had a great lunch at one of our favorite restaurants (Hotel Voltaire) and then made our way toward the place where they were having the non-carnage bull fights. (There were no bulls killed in this arena.) In this small arena, we watched a half dozen or so junior/apprentice matadors honing their skills in the arena. These young men (ages 15-20) were very confident and very thin. So thin that a bull would have had a difficult time in finding one of them as its target. Despite their body type, they were valiant and aggressive facing the animal charging at them. There was one instance where the bull succeeded in pulling the matador’s cape from his hands and then the bull started to chase the matador who showed that he was not only capable at using his cape, he was fast on his feet and climbed the arena wall before the bull could get close. </span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;">I like the city of Arles. The arena is a major attraction, but for me, it is the city where Van Gogh painted «Café Terrace at Night,» «Garden of the Hospital in Arles» and of course «Starry Nights». (I have been singing/humming Don McClain’s «Starry Nights» ever since we were in Arles.) After the bullfights, we took our friends to the place where Van Gogh painted «Starry Nights» and then we walked back to the place where we had parked the car.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;">The route I chose took us past the Roman-built arena in the center of Arles. BIG MISTAKE choosing this route! We were walking away from the arena as the rest of the people were heading to the arena for the 4:30 bullfights - all 500,000 of them (or so it seemed). I told Ellen to let me lead the way because I look old and people would clear a path for me. (wrong!) The crowds were so thick that people could not step to the side. We </span><u><span style="font-family: "arial";">slowly</span></u><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;"> made our way past the arena, over the hill and back to the car.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12 0000pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-20371233536587230112017-03-12T19:52:00.000+01:002017-03-12T19:52:05.786+01:00Rally round Spring<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ah, the early signs of spring: the almond trees are blooming, asparagus is on sale at the market, the streets are filled with Rally cars. (?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I recently read a nice description of road rallies in the book <i><u>Fatal Pursuit</u></i> by Martin Walker (the recent addition to the Bruno French Chief of Police series.) I enjoyed walking around the cars and listening to the teams talk but If you are interested in car rallies, I refer you to <i><u>Fatal Pursuit</u></i> or some other source.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A sure sign of spring is when the produce sellers start selling asparagus at the market. Last Tuesday, there were three or four stalls that had asparagus. The first asparagus is extremely expensive: 11€ a kilo (about $6.00 per pound). As spring progresses, the price will drop to the point where the price will match the Michigan asparagus price at the height of the season; about a dollar a pound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soon the asparagus will be affordable and we can start making spring vegetable risotto, asparagus soup, etc... Asparagus might be a vegetable that is difficult to pair with wine but I love it just the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As spring asserts its presence, we will soon be able to get delicious strawberries from Carpentras and small (about the size of a softball) melons from Cavaillon. <i>La vie est bonne.</i> Life is good.</span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-49639666902998351322017-01-30T11:12:00.000+01:002017-01-30T11:12:12.574+01:00Robert Burns Night<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0pt; text-indent: 0pt;">Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, </span><br />
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-348448571315195032016-12-08T15:47:00.000+01:002016-12-08T15:47:38.111+01:00Slow Trains<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Years ago, I asked my secretary to do something that was either redundant or not needed which she pointed out to me. I still asked her to do it – whatever it was, only to realize that she was right. When she brought me the results, I apologized and admitted that I was wrong. She looked at me over the top of her big 1970s glasses and said: “When God was handing out brains, you thought he said trains and said ‘I’ll take the slow one.’”</span><br />
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-8399673224927959402016-10-24T02:06:00.000+02:002016-10-24T02:06:14.328+02:00Rolling up the sidewalks<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We still get questions from friends who ask about the differences that we note between life in Lansing and life in Vaison la Romaine. We still get questions about how long it takes to readjust to one environment or the other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">PS: We drove through downtown Lansing again last night and confirmed that I had chosen the only restaurant to close early; every other food-beverage place seemed to be filled with customers. I guess my skill at picking restaurants matches my skill at choosing the slowest line when going through customs. I have a knack at picking the wrong one.</span>The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-61090673135126860912016-08-23T22:01:00.000+02:002016-08-23T22:01:41.960+02:00Home again, home again...<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" height="17" src="https://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been back in Lansing almost a month. We have settled in and our house feels like it is ours again. Clothes and objects that we stored so that our house-sitters would have empty closets and dressers are now back in their proper places.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have claimed this so often to be boring but we live in the best neighborhood in the city/state/nation. Just one example: our neighbors wanted to surprise us when we came back to Lansing and since we had changed our calendar to be in France until the end of July, they prepared the soil and planted a vegetable garden for us. What a wonderful surprise! We have been enjoying the fruits of their labors since the day that we arrived. (I need more zucchini recipes!)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One big difference this year, we stayed through two of the summer months: June and July. Vaison la Romaine changes a lot in the summer. First of all, the population doubles - from 7,000 to 14,000. A lot of people arrive with their bicycles. They fill the streets and the roads and, after a nice ride, the cafés. Vaison has one of the best street markets in Provence but in the middle of the summer it is packed with people. It is almost impossible to navigate through the throngs. (The locals have advised us to shop early - before 9:00 AM.) The shops that cater to tourists expand their hours. The cafés offer more live music at night thus the cafés are filled from morning until late in the evening. There is a proliferation of ice cream vendors. There are several ice cream specialty shops but the cafés also add ice cream coolers. If one could rank order the popularity of a type of store by the number of stores of that type, in Vaison in the summer the ranking would be beauty salons/coiffeurs, restaurants and cafés, bakeries, ice cream vendors, real estate sales offices... </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vaison has become known for the dance performances held in July and August at the Roman Amphitheater. We went to one of the performances and I can only describe it as magical. The show started at 10:00 PM - just after sunset - and we and about 5,000 other people were finding our seats in a 2000 year old amphitheater that was built by the Romans. The performance that we saw was by an American company - the Los Angeles Dance Project - though the director is Benjamin Millepied is French and former director of the Paris Opera Ballet (and husband of actress Natalie Portman.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another observation: Even though we live in a village in France, people there dress better than people dress here. One expects people of Paris to dress well but the rules of fashion are somewhat relaxed outside of the large cities. One rarely sees people dressed as casually in Vaison as one sees people here. Even the tourists dress better in France. No sweats in public - ever! It reminds me of the quote about wearing sweat pants in public attributed to Jerry Seinfeld: “You’re telling the world ‘I give up.’” (Training outfits/warm-up suits are becoming more popular in France...) The contrast in fashion was underscored for me when I encountered a woman who was wearing pajamas as she shopped in one of the local superstores. Now that is casual! Welcome home!</span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-4911080714843024452016-07-14T10:39:00.000+02:002016-07-14T10:39:16.740+02:00Nantes and Paris<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">We went to Nantes to visit a dear friend. (We also got to see a friend who we have not seen since she was in East Lansing in 1980!) Nantes is at the mouth of the Loire River on the western coast of France. It was not our first trip there but was the most memorable. We toured the city with our friend who was born and raised there so he is very knowledgeable guide. He lives in the center of the city so we walked most places. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">We had planned to go to an American restaurant for dinner on the 4th of July. (American Independence Day is not a holiday in France.) Two of the Americans with whom we were going to eat did not like the restaurant so we decided instead to find a restaurant in the neighborhood that made hamburgers. We found the perfect café and had great hamburgers and fries - with Heinz catsup!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">We went to Versailles to see the new exhibition of paintings depicting the role of France in the American Revolutionary War. (The French call it the War of Independence.) It was a very engaging and enlightening exhibit. Somewhere in my past, I remembered that La Fayette had helped Washington and that the French had also sent naval support but I always thought of the French help as a small footnote on the war. The French were very much involved in supporting our independence and fighting England.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">There was an exhibit of three hundred years of women’s fashion at the Museum of Decorative Arts. I am probably showing my age but I much prefer the hoop skirts of the seventeenth century to some of the extravagant (outrageous?) fashions of the current time. (There was also a Barbie exhibit at the same building but we decided not to pay to see that exhibit.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">On our last day in Paris, we went to Montmartre - the highest part of Paris. We found a little café and had a wonderful lunch and then spent the afternoon climbing and descending the hills of Montmartre. Ellen wanted to see the little vineyard in Montmartre because she wanted to compare it to the little vineyard our friend had shown her in the center of Nantes. </span></div>
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-4375636399280083482016-07-08T18:19:00.000+02:002016-07-08T18:19:56.136+02:00June in Vaison la Romaine<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="color: #0000ee;">This is the first time we have spent June in France. I am glad we did. The weather is warmer and though we had several severe rain storms at the beginning of the month, it has not rained since - and that is a good thing as no rain means low humidity which means the temperature drops after sunset and the sleeping is easy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">Activities in Vaison increase markedly in June. (It also helps when the European Football Championship is going on and the bars and cafés have their big screens tuned in.) On weekend nights when there is no football, there is music. No matter the reason, people seem to flock to the central square of the town and enjoy the long and cool evenings.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">The Alliance Française - Michigan Capital Area Chapter has always dedicated the June soirée to La Fête de la Musique (the music festival). We listen to French music on CD's or sometimes played by talented members of the group, sometimes we sing French songs. I have enjoyed our little tribute to La Fête de la Musique but had no idea of how big the celebration was in France or more accurately in Vaison. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">On the evening of the Solstice, musical groups started playing at around 6:00 PM. There were at least six venues where musicians were playing simultaneously. The groups came and went but the music continued well into the night. All of the cafés and bars had added tables and chairs and they were all full. I have never seen so many people in town as were there for La Fête de la Musique. The central square was filled with people as were the other streets and gathering areas. It was harder to walk from one venue to another than it is to walk through the Tuesday market. Some of the music enticed people to dance - and they did! It was a fun-filled enjoyable evening and a wonderful way to celebrate the Solstice.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-50450122581340011622016-06-12T17:01:00.000+02:002016-06-12T17:02:29.767+02:00Health Care in France<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #0000ee;">I am continually amazed at the French health care system. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">On Friday morning, Ellen and I walked to the Vaison hospital so that I could have a cyst removed from my eyelid. The operation was the culmination of a four-month process the extent and success of which I am in awe.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">When we arrived in France in February, I had developed what looked like a boil on my eyelid. My local doctor referred me to an ophthalmologist. The ophthalmologist corrected my diagnosis: I had a cyst that had become infected. He prescribed antibiotics and suggested that I should have it removed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">Before proceeding with the operation, my physician suggested that I consult with the local cardiologist which I did. The heart doctor did an EKG and an echo cardiogram and he wrote to the ophthalmologist that my heart was functioning well and there would no reason that I could not have the operation. I did not schedule anything for May as we had Lansing visitors and then a trip to Porto, Portugal.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">Friday was the day. The cyst had reduced in size from being about the size of an olive pit to being only the size of a grape seed which pleasantly surprised the ophthalmologist. We met him as we were walking to the hospital and he got to meet Ellen. He told her that the surgery would take about an hour and then he asked me to follow him to the operating room.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">As promised, we were walking home an hour later. I had a big patch over my left eye which covered four stitches closing the spot from whence he had removed the cyst.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">This is all pretty boring stuff except when one compares health care in France (Vaison) with health care in the US. Some things jump out as differences:</span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #0000ee;">Regular visits to a doctor cost 23 € - under $30 at the current exchange rate.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0000ee;">Visits to a specialist like the cardiologist are more expensive. I think I paid 150 € for the visit during which I had the EKG and the echo. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0000ee;">Before going to the hospital for the surgery, the ophthalmologist had given me a list of medications and supplies that I needed to buy and bring to the hospital. All of the supplies that the ophthalmologist used during the surgery - minus the thread used for the stitches - were in the things that I had purchased at the pharmacy (about 9 €).</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0000ee;">Doctors work alone. My physician does not have any office staff. If I call for an appointment, it is he who answers the phone. The cardiologist has an office assistant but he performs all of the procedures himself. The ophthalmologist performed the surgery by himself. He had no assistance at all.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #0000ee;">As we left the surgery, the ophthalmologist gave me an invoice to pay to the hospital. He reminded me where the billing office was and said: “You don’t have to stop there right now if you don’t want to. Pay the bill when it is convenient for you.” (The bill for my time in the hospital surgery was under $100.) The ophthalmologist had told me that my bill for his time would be about 150 € - $175 - a bill that I won’t see until he removes the stitches.)</span></li>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">I remember speaking with an emergency room physician several years ago when I had gone to the ER. He said that health care in France costs about one/tenth of what it costs in the US. (He was a French doctor who had worked as a doctor in California before settling in Vaison.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">Not only is the cost of health care significantly less than in the US, prescriptions are equally inexpensive. I had told the cardiologist about a drug that I was taking and that the copay portion that I paid was extremely expensive. He wrote me a prescription for this same drug and my total costs are now about one/third of what my copay was!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000ee;">I am pleased that we finally have The Affordable Care Act in the US but when I compare it to health care in France, I know that the US has a long way to go in meeting the health care needs of its citizens. We can and must do better in the US.</span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-66622198464738049972016-06-05T12:18:00.000+02:002016-06-06T13:17:05.698+02:00Travels<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I have been reading <u>Travels with Charley</u> by John Steinbeck and it has made me think a lot about traveling. We traveled a lot in May. We entertained neighbors from Lansing at the beginning of the month by showing them some of the sights and sites of our area and then made a trip to Porto, Portugal to meet up with other friends for the end of the month. Traveling familiar roads with neighbors who have never seen the area forces you to adopt a different way of looking at the area based on their questions and reactions. Their visit expanded our ways of seeing and enjoying beautiful Provence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Traveling to a different country or a different region of France I notice things that remind me that I am no longer in Provence. It is like the first time we drove to New York via Canada. Once you cross the border, you begin to notice that the houses are just a little different from American houses. It might be construction materials or decorations or maybe gardens but the houses are different. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The same is true when we crossed the border from France to Spain. The houses south of the Pyrenees were different from French houses. Of course, the predominant culture of the Pyrenees is related to the Basque people and their customs and life style spill over to the style of their houses. Basque houses have wood beams and stucco and thus seemed similar to houses in Switzerland.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Porto and its architecture was different from what we witnessed in Spain. Many houses, buildings and churches were covered with ceramic tiles - some were geometric patterns, others were pieces in a mural. The tiles were predominantly made of shades of blue but there were other bright colors as well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In Provence, houses are built of stone or cement blocks and covered with stucco. The roofs are orange Spanish tiles and the shutters (everybody has shutters that work and that they use) are painted in muted blues and greens and grays... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No matter where we went, one thing was constant: local residents recognized us as foreigners - English-speaking foreigners to be exact. I thought that I would have become less recognizable as a foreigner since we have been coming here for so many years but I must have “American” printed on my forehead. Whenever we walked into a restaurant, the waiter would ask if we wanted menus in English. The landscape may change, the architecture may change but we are recognizable no matter where we are.</span>The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-72173898668630688962016-04-13T14:29:00.000+02:002016-04-13T14:29:19.351+02:00Chocolate wars<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Peyrerol</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> has been the gourmet chocolate shop in town since it opened in 1998. The chocolates are excellent and always presented in creative ways. For instance, we took a fish made of dark chocolate and painted silver to our friends to celebrate “</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">Poisson d’avril” (fish of April) </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">which is the French version of April Fool’s Day. At Easter, the shop was filled with gorgeous creations of eggs, bunnies and bells (in Europe, Easter goodies are delivered by the bells of Rome). </span></span><span style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The store has earned the respect of the people in town. When one takes a gift in the distinctive black and red Peyerol bag, the recipient is always delighted and knows that the gift is special.</span><span style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Peyerol</span><span style="font-family: 'helvetica neue', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> has been synonymous with gourmet chocolate in Vaison and has been the best place to buy high-quality chocolate and chocolate creations.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Until now... “</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">There’s a new kid in town..</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">.” Renting space in a newly renovated shop and situated right around the corner from </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Peyerol</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> is </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jeff de Bruges</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jeff de Bruges</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> is a franchise gourmet chocolate shop. I first heard about the chocolate shop twenty years ago when a Lansing friend asked us to bring some </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jeff de Bruges</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> chocolate back to the states for his wife. As the name suggests, it is Belgian chocolate (a hands-down favorite of my brother-in-law.) I don’t know when the company got so big but there are now </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jeff de Bruges</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> shops all over France</span>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">This new store has me sitting on the horns of a dilemma. (A very uncomfortable place to sit!) On the one hand, I find myself feeling somewhat chauvinistic and protective and thus thinking that </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic;">our</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> store (</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Peyrerol</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">) is enough - thank you very much - and I don’t want this franchise crowding the playing field. On the other hand, I love chocolate and am interested in tasting whether </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Jeff de Bruges</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> is still as good as I remember. On the other hand, I always prefer locally-owned. And on the other hand, </span></span><span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">can there ever be too much chocolate?</span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-67283360634228563032016-03-29T20:16:00.000+02:002016-03-29T20:16:59.307+02:00Purée!<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Last week, we invited French friends to dinner. During the conversation, I noted that Marie would say “Purée!” instead of swearing or saying some other mild oath.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">“Purée” is an example of how food terms are inserted into the French language everyday. It makes sense: food and food preparation are extremely important in France. As I have said before, it is not easy to find a bad meal here. The French also seem to appreciate and support local (and fresh) foods more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">I wrote about food idioms before (2013) but I have since learned some more. Hats off to French food and its place in French conversation. Here are some more French food idioms:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">haut que trois pommes - as high as three apples (very short, knee-high to a grasshopper )</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">mettre du piment dans sa vie - put some spice in your life</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">avoir la pêche – to have the peach (feeling peachy, to be in fine shape)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Avoir un cœur d’artichaut - have the heart of an artichoke (falls in love easily, give one’s heart easily)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Etre pressé comme un citron - to be squeezed like a lemon (squeeze someone dry)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Raconter des salades - to tell salads (to lie)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Les carottes sont cuites - the carrots are cooked (all is lost, no hope)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Rouler quelqu’un dans la farine - Roll someone in the flour (to dupe someone, to play someone)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Faire le poireau - Act like a leek (hang around, stay too long)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">La cerise sur le gâteau - The cherry on the cake (the icing on the cake).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Purée! The French have a lot of expressions based on food.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We celebrated Ellen’s birthday by
going to a very nice restaurant in Beaumes de Venise. The village of Beaumes de
Venise is located at the edge the Dentelles de Montmirail mountains about 20 km
from Vaison la Romaine.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Celebrating a birthday at a restaurant
in the winter months (January – March) can be tricky. This is the season of <i>“congé annuel”</i> (annual vacation) for
many restaurants. I had suggested a few names only to discover that these
restaurants were closed until March 7 or later. I finally made reservations at <i><u>Le Dolium</u></i> (<i>Dolium</i> is the word for a Roman clay jar). Sometimes I get lucky. We
had an excellent meal.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When one goes to a good restaurant, one
expects good food and good service. We were not disappointed! From the “<i>amuse bouche” </i>(appetizer) to the end of
the cheese course, everything was well prepared. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The “<i>amuse-bouche” </i>was salt cod presented with a piece of pickled pepper
(how many pickled peppers can Peter Piper pick?) and a sprig of fennel. Following
the appetizer Ellen had sashimi as her entrée. I had foie gras. Since we share everything
(also known as eating à la Ellen), I can say that the sashimi was as good as my
foie gras. The main courses were a continuation of what we had begun to expect:
excellently prepared and presented food. Ellen had <i>Merlu</i> (hake) and I had a filet of beef.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Often, it seems that vegetables are
an afterthought but at <i>Le Dolium, </i>our
meals included a nice portion of vegetables. In addition to the veggies, Ellen
had a mushroom (morels and asperagus) risotto that was the best risotto I have
had. (It sets a higher bar for my attempts to make this creamy dish.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The cheese course was a round of
goat cheese on which they had dribbled some garlic-flavored olive oil served
with a small salad of arugula and mesclun.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“You eat first with your eyes”. The dishes
at <i>Le Dolium </i>were all very attractive
– even the choice of plate styles enhanced the presentations.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Since the restaurant is attached to
the Beaumes de Venise wine coop, it is not surprising that they served the
wines of the coop. I remember that a French friend had told us that the best of
the wine coops in the area was Beaumes de Venise. We shared an excellent red: Terre
du Trias 2013.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-87479690691690272652016-02-18T20:24:00.000+01:002016-02-18T20:24:13.299+01:00“I Can’t Stop Smiling” (Love and Theft)<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We arrived at our apartment in
France last week. A friend from Aix en Provence came to the airport to greet
us. Our neighbor had driven from Vaison la Romaine to pick us up and bring us
back to our “</span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">pied à terre</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">” (“</span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">pied à terre</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">” is our term to describe
our 400 sf villa <]; > ).</span><br />
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clothes and organizing things at the apartment for our séjour here. Since we
rent out our apartment when we are in the states, our return often includes the
exercise of finding objects and returning them to where they belong (where <i>I </i>think they belong.) There have been
times when I have found a kitchen utensil at a spot different from the one I
had chosen and then decided that whoever moved it had made an improvement in
our kitchen arrangement.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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that I was smiling. At one point Ellen looked at me and asked: “What?” to which
I replied: “I can’t stop smiling.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I know that part of the curve in my
smile comes from recognizing how lucky I am to be able to live this dream.
Another part of the smile comes from how much I enjoy the French language and things
French. Being here makes me happy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Looking at the differences between
here and there is pronounced this year. I smiled when I saw that diesel fuel
costs less than a Euro <i>per liter</i>!
That translates into almost $4 per gallon in the states but I have never seen
fuel prices as low as they are now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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something I miss during our time stateside. I don’t know whether it is the
flour or the climate or the way they bake them but I take a bite of a baguette from
one of the local bakeries (there are six in our village) and it makes me smile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“Exotic” foods are not so exotic in
France and thus a whole lot cheaper (and that makes me smile). Lamb is
affordable and fresh and local but one can also find rabbit and duck and fresh
mussels and… and I won’t even discuss the differences in cheese selections.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We have the good fortune of having
wonderful friends in the states as well as in France. I am probably
being repetitive given other blog post that I have written but friends enrich
life and make me thankful and make me smile. In fact, I can’t stop smiling.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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states for two months now. I have stopped interjecting French words into
conversations. (I find that most people just look at me strangely when I say
“voila” instead of “see” or “there you are”.) I try to remember to say
“yoo-hoo” instead of “coucou” when I’m trying to get a neighbor’s attention. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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well to our state-side lives. Even though we have been living our schizophrenic
lives for seven years now, I find that I still get surprised when we make the
transition.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial;">I lament the
fact that I cannot walk to a grocery from our <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lansing</st1:place></st1:city> home. (The City Market is a little
over two miles from here – but there remains only <u>one</u> produce stand (and
the good cheese shop). There are neighborhood weekly farmer markets but nothing
quite like market day in any village in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Provence</st1:state></st1:place>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial;">Americans dress
far more casually than the French. Sweat pants and T-shirts seem closer to the
norm than the aberration. We seem to have forgotten Jerry Seinfeld’s comment
that ‘people who wear sweats in public are announcing that they have given up’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial;">Dining out in
the states usually includes taking home a doggy-bag – more accurately, a
styrofoam container – for the second portion that was served as part of your
meal. The size of the portion served here is much larger than what we expect in
<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>.
(There are now some French restaurants which have begun offering take-away
containers.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we have thought that food in <st1:country-region w:st="on">France</st1:country-region>
was more expensive and wine in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">France</st1:country-region></st1:place>
was less expensive than here but my perceptions are changing. Meats, cheeses
and local vegetables seem to be equal to or less than American prices. For
instance, a log of goat cheese that costs almost $10 in the states sells for about
¼ th that amount in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>.
‘Exotic’ meats, e.g., duck, quail, rabbit, even lamb, are far less expensive in
<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>
and more often locally produced. Eggs are more expensive but bread – a baguette
– is about a third of the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region>
price. (Clothing is more expensive in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial;">We are fortunate
to have a home with a backyard large enough for my vegetable garden. Many fewer
houses in our village have enough land for a garden and at our apartment, we
can manage only a few herbs grown on the balcony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial;">It seems easier
to find a good craftsman/mason/carpenter in the states. We have heard horror
stories about craftsmen and their work here but not nearly as often as we hear
the stories of poorly done work in our village. not sure whether Angie’s List covers
<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region>…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">This past weekend, we went
to the christening of our godson’s first child. While the baptism was the main
event, driving to <st1:state w:st="on">North Carolina</st1:state> permitted me
to reconnect with a high school friend and to see my sister and beau frère who
drove from <st1:city w:st="on">Wilmington</st1:city> to meet us in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Raleigh for lunch</st1:place></st1:city>. The events and
gatherings were all fun: what beats family and friends?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-61782520619965448952015-05-25T18:28:00.000+02:002015-05-25T18:28:48.148+02:00Nesting (Nidification)<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a>We have been back in the <st1:country-region w:st="on">US</st1:country-region> for about 18 hours now. We have
spent most of that time “nesting” – taking clothing items out of our storage
bins and putting them back in the dressers and closets where they will remain
until the next round of house-sitters arrives.<br />
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We have done this enough times that it is a fairly routine
activity. “Nesting” is a whole lot less stressful that getting the apartment
ready for renters. It is an activity that we can perform at our leisure. Except
for the occasional item that I NEED RIGHT NOW, most of it can take place over
the days and weeks ahead. Leaving the apartment and France is stressful
because: a) we are leaving France and I drag my feet on getting things packed
and put away and b) a renter arrived the same day we left, so we had a specific
window of time to get everything ready for renters.</div>
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Our house and lawn (British “garden”) are in great shape.
Our house-sitters took wonderful and meticulous care of our house while we were
away. They even prepared (tilled) the vegetable plot and planted garlic last
winter!</div>
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After noticing and admiring the house/garden/vegetable plot,
the next thing I noted was how much earlier darkness arrives in <st1:city w:st="on">Lansing</st1:city> when compared with our village in <st1:state w:st="on">Provence</st1:state>. When one
follows the latitude lines, Vaison la Romaine, FR is on a par with <st1:city w:st="on">Traverse City</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">MI</st1:state>, 200
miles north of <st1:city w:st="on">Lansing</st1:city>.
The further north one goes, the longer the summer daylight hours become. This
morning when we woke at 6:00 (after an early night of jet-lagged sleep), the
sun had not yet risen. Provence can support tropical plants and long growing
seasons thanks to the Gulf Stream and the trade winds that bring warm air to
southern Europe (until climate change shuts down the Gulf Stream and Provence
becomes cold like Traverse City in the winter…)</div>
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There is a real comfort from being back in our neighborhood.
One of my French friends wanted to know why we continue to split our time
between Vaison la Romaine and <st1:city w:st="on">Lansing</st1:city>.
The easy and honest answer is <u>friends</u>. We have wonderful friends – many of
whom are also our neighbors. Hearing the description of the circle of wonderful
friends and family, my French friend had to admit that he admired the American
style of open front yards and porches where one can easily encounter neighbors.
(The French usually construct high – 8-10 ft. – walls around their properties.)</div>
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comfortable, it is time to go to see/talk with neighbors and friends.The Sullivanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13394886274870482570noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8779885531426200622.post-47090242984656472872015-05-13T15:18:00.000+02:002015-05-13T15:18:04.400+02:00Civility<a href="http://fusion.google.com/add?feedurl=http://feeds2.feedburner.com/blogspot/DRKA"><img alt="Add to Google Reader or Homepage" src="http://buttons.googlesyndication.com/fusion/add.gif" height="17" style="border: 0;" width="104" /></a>This morning, as I was about to enter the bakery to get my
daily baguette, a young boy ran past me and into the shop. He asked for a
baguette, handed the clerk a 5 euro bill, took his change and darted out of the
bakery. The clerk looked at me and shook her head.<i><span lang="FR"> “Il est entré sans dire
‘bonjour’, il a pris sa baguette et il est parti et il n’a dit ni ‘merci’, ni ‘au revoir’. </span>Les
enfants ces jours-ci!»</i> (“He came in without saying ‘hello,’ he took his
baguette and left but did not say ‘thank you’ or ‘good-bye’. Kids these days!”)<br />
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I suppose that worrying about kids and their lack of manners
is universal – and the older I get, the more I worry.</div>
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The incident made me think of a list that I saw recently at
Matadornetwork.com. The list was: <u>11 ways to humiliate yourself in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country-region></u>.
Number one on the list was: “Fail to say ‘bonjour’”. (To see the list of 11 no-no’s
to avoid in <st1:country-region w:st="on">France</st1:country-region>,
go to: <a href="http://www.matadornetwork.com/life/11-ways-humiliate-france/">www.matadornetwork.com/life/11-ways-humiliate-france/</a>
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I have gotten better about being sure to say ‘bonjour’ no
matter whether it is at a shop, a box store or a social gathering but I am far
from perfect. For instance, the other day, when my American friend Ray was with
me, I could not find something in the grocery store, so I stopped a clerk and
asked where I would find X? He stopped and said ‘Bonjour’ and after I replied
with my own ‘bonjour’ he took me to the aisle where X was located. – and yes, I
was embarrassed. I am most often guilty of failing to say ‘bonjour’ to everyone
at a social gathering. If there is a roomful of people, I will often say
‘bonjour’ only to the host or those close by… </div>
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A little civility goes a long way. It takes almost no time
at all and shows a level of respect that we have lost or have forgotten. </div>
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And if you think I have bad French manners, think about the
kids these days!</div>
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