a happy new year

Aussie Xmas Tour
An Aussie Xmas Tour…

We’re about to greet the new year and I want to shout out a G’day from stinking hot Adelaide.

Don’t be fooled by the home-made version of our tree for this year… we’re not in gay Calamiac, we’re down here in Oz.  And on the eve of Christmas, our family’s old tree, after 40 years, decided to hang up its boots – so Lilas and I put together a ‘Xmas Tour’!  It’s a wonder what you can find in a shed full of old boxes…

And I must say it’s thanks to you, Mum, that we have a ‘tree’ this year.  Much to my objections, you put up this tower, festooned with ribbons as part of the decorations for our post-elopement-wedding party.  Did I squirm! – wondering what the Frenchies would think… But it was a hit, and thanks to you, it’s come out in full glory again.

Bonnes Fetes and Happy Days for 2014…

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Lost in the Charente

Have been lost in the Charente, getting down with quality ‘in-law‘ time.

Will report back soon.

Hallelujah. A train station in France that offers an alternative to all those lumping stairs
Hallelujah. A train station in France that offers an alternative to all those lumping stairs
a quick ‘clope’ (fag)

gare de Saintes

2CV charente


angeac sign

some sights #4 – from yesterday (don’t forget the Jubilee!)

gate in Felines
an early morning view
Le Moulin a Felines
Le Moulin outside Felines
vide grenier in the rain
a Minervois vide grenier (village garage sale) in the rain…
vide grenier in the rain 2
Spot the Pierrot (remember them?!?)
inside a shed at the vg
hidden treasures sheltered from the rain in Philippe’s shed
books at the v-g
love the ‘Killdozer’ – and J.T doing the headband
a morning chat
a morning chat with the neighbour…
umbrella lady and her house
…who lives across the road
text books
you can tell we’re in a wine region
HRH and Phillip
love Lizzie (as seen on TV)
Alice's Jubilee Cake
Bravo Alice!
Gruissan blanc
the white was flowing for the ladies
Coronation bowl
Pam’s Coronation bowl…
Pam's treasure cupboard
…and her amazing treasure cupboard (thanks P!)

All Saints – the day of ‘La Toussaint’

Every year, leading up to the 1st of November, you will see florists and markets everywhere stocking up with chrysanthemums.   In France as well as other countries in Europe – Spain, Italy, Poland etc, this flower symbolises death and is placed in cemeteries on ‘La Toussaint’ – ‘All Saints’ Day’ – the day people remember their loved ones and bring flowers to their graves.

fleurs at the floriste
les fleurs outside the local florist

The day of ‘La Toussiant’ in the Western Christian world dates from the 7th century BC in Rome under Pope Boniface IV, and from the 9th century BC for the rest of Europe.  On a quick peek on the internet, it seems that other countries also take flowers to their deceased on this day:  Argentina, Austria, Belgium, Chile, Hungary, Lebanon, Luxembourg, Malta, Portugal, as well as some cities in the US.

a '4 L' with flowers inside, outside a cemetery
a '4 L' with flowers inside, outside a cemetery

I’ll always remember the first year I arrived in France, walking through the cemetery of Lagrasse, by chance, just after the 1st of November.   I was in awe, it was the most beautiful spectacle of colours and flowers. ‘They really look after their dead loved ones here,’ I said to Benjamin.  He laughed and explained the tradtion of ‘La Toussaint’ to me.  From then on I’ve  always made sure to have a wander inside the cemetries at this time of year to take in the beauty and have a think.  I don’t do it often, but going in and having a quiet walk around, reading the various names and looking at the faces of those few whose families have left a photograph gives me time to reflect and be grateful for being around.  Corny, I know – but it puts things back into perspective and I feel even more happy to be around walking the earth instead of under it.

Lilas and I went for a walk in our village’s cemetery this week:

La Liviniere cemetery
the cemetery in La Liviniere

La Liviniere cemetery 2

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monsieur in cemetery

a pretty plaque

la liviniere cemetery 3

Morbid I may be, but I loved this cross.  The grapes, the wheat, it seems so rustic and perfect for a rural cemetery whose village is devoted to winemaking.  I was probably wrong with the symbols however! – the blog ‘Graveyard Addiction’ (sounds very ‘Harold and Maude’ ) attributes the grapes as the blood of Christ and the wheat as a symbol of harvest (thanks G.A.!).

Lilas in La Liviniere's cemetery

I spied Lilas with a pile of flowers in her hand – ‘No, you can’t take the flowers!’ I said.  ‘Mummy, I’m picking the ones off the ground and giving them to ones that don’t have them,’ she explained.

water bottles

I’ve just remembered that I used to give Mum chrysanthemums on Mother’s Day! – how funny to think of the twist from this Australian tradition to the French one…   People keep saying the Aussies are topsy-turvy.

And your Tip For When In France:  never present chrysanthemums to the host at a dinner party, or on your first date.

Bastille Day

flags at the local mairie

We’ve just come home from watching the Bastille Day fireworks over the local lake and it was beautful.  There’s something about fireworks, as I looked around at all the people sitting near us, everyone had a smile on their face.

But the other highlight had to be when Benji flicked on the tele this morning to watch the ‘defile’ – the annual Bastille Day parade of French forces along the Champs-Elysees before the French president.

Those boys of the Brigade de Sapeurs-Pompiers de Paris (the Parisian fire service) put on quite a show…