We’ve had a great time with Dan, Izzy, Max and Luke. Also Izzy’s beautiful parents Giselle and Max Legrand. ( who don’t look 80! )
The baseball game, the food fresh markets, the bbq extravaganza, the crepes and the hugs and the laughter.
Travel
Up, Up and Way!
Airports! We love & hate them.
The anticipation of travel makes them exciting. The thought of a very long journey makes us dread them.
But just like the movie Love Actually which shows the most heart warming scenes in an airport, I love them. Especially when upgraded to Business class! I ❤️the welcome champagne even at 10am.
It’s a great people watching place – a little micro world. A friend once said to me : ‘when I get old my children can park me in an airport or a shopping centre with lunch money and I’d be happy all day.’
I love seeing what people wear for their long flights. Glamorous vs comfort. These days comfort wins. Jeans, leggings, trackies, shorts.
Though I did see one outfit that warrants description. A shortish, wide, dark haired lady had a colourful, bosom exposing outfit with cris cross straps over her shoulders and somehow down to an exposed midriff before attaching to the matching skirt. Finished with high platform shoes it was an eye turning outfit. Or was it eye watering. What was she thinking. I hope it wasn’t a 13 hr flight!
But who am I to judge. I too opted for ‘smart casual ‘ : soft jeans / jeggings a comfy pull on style. A navy light cotton cardigan from Uniglo bought last week for $14! It’s so soft and comfortable.
Now I’m sitting with my watch adjusted to LA time – 7pm , with a glass of Chardonnay, watching Murder on the Orient Express.
A great start to our Wedding Holiday. I must admit I have to stop myself from telling everyone I’m going to my lovely son’s wedding in Santa Barbara. It’s very exciting.
So read along and share the excitement.
The Countdown is On.
Who out there enjoys packing for a holiday? I usually do but feel quite rushed / confused / perplexed this time! Why?
We’re not swim trekking like our usual holidays have been lately. On swims treks the packing is easy. It’s usually summer and relaxed. This time it’s a wedding in Santa Barbara, California! Then 3 different locations. New Orleans, Cuba and New York!
I’m trying to stick to my own packing rules ( check out an earlier blog). Pack in 3’s. 3 bottoms, 3 tops, 3 dresses, 3 scarves, 3 shoes. Then add the ‘wedding gear’.
I’ll let you know how I go! It’s going in the suitcase this afternoon. It’s a new bag and is a larger carry on! So I’m limited on the space! Wish me luck.
I’ve also had to reload this website and don’t want you to miss my blogs. So please send a message in the comments box so I know you’ve seen this post.
Did I mention it’s my son’s wedding! So I am to be a MOG. Mother of the Groom.
Ki Ora: welcome to New Zealand
We love our mini breaks and visiting our swim trek friends in NZ is one of our favourites.
For the past few years we have taken the easy 3 hour flight on Emirates’ 380 to Auckland to meet up with Kim & David Parker. We travel with our friends Chris & Jill Wilson and started the journey with Moët at the airport. It may only be 7.30am but it’s a great way to start our holiday.
We landed at around 3 pm picked up our hire car and headed towards Mellons Bay where Kim & David have a lovely home with spectacular views across their garden to the water.
This year the Wilsons are staying with them in the house and due to shortage of rooms it was our turn to book into a nearby motel at Buckland’s Beach. It’s such a pretty spot we’ll look forward to a walk around the bay tomorrow.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening sharing lovely NZ wines, a wonderful tapas plate and lots of chat and laughs.
Swimming has taken us to many places around the world and made us many new friends. We swam with the Parkers & Wilsons in Greece in 2014 and so we started our little mini breaks to ‘ have a swim’ followed by a bit of sightseeing in a different party of the country.
Last year we swam in Pahia (look back at those posts) and visited the Bay of Islands. The year before a local swim in Auckland followed by the Coromandel Peninsula.
This year we are swimming the Blue Lake near Rotorua. We’re very excited as lake swimming is beautiful. The downside is that our party of swimmers is decreasing due to injury or illness. Steve has a shoulder problem requiring an op in a few weeks. Kim has an eye problem after having had a detached retina. Jill has had stitches in her head and can’t go in the water and Chris has a heavy cold. So it looks like David & I! If I can fit into the wet suit!
So stay tuned for news of our adventures as we drive south to Rotorua – city of smells!
A mini break in Vietnam
A year ago my mahjong friend Linda suggested a trip to Vietnam. ‘Cheap fares’ she said. Who can resist a short break with girlfriends in an exotic place. So we promptly booked. Five of us. Sadly Shelly can’t make it so we are now four.
A year later the date has finally arrived. I had almost forgotten about it with so much happening in my life. But here I am in the Air Asia lounge in Kuala Lumpur waiting for our connecting flight to Hoi An.
We are having 4 nights in a homestay called the Thanh Luan. Linda is good friends with Trinh the owner after staying there many times. Trinh will look after us and even organise to have some clothes made for us!
Following that we go on the train to Hue then back to a more resort style hotel in Hoi An.
The experience started with an Air Asia flight from the Gold Coast. A new experience for me. A no frills cheap flight which turned out to be much better than first imagined. Mind you I was lucky in my seat selection. We had chosen down the back of the plane where there were about 10 rows of just 2 seats and a wider aisle. Luckily I had no one next to me.
So with no distractions of food, drinks etc we settled in after our 10.30pm take off and with eye mask on, ear plugs in I managed to get some sleep. It’s a ‘do it yourself’ flight. No pillows, blankets masks, water, entertainment. You supply your own or pay extra. So knowing this I was well prepared.
We’re now in the Air Asia lounge. Yes, you pay extra for it ( about $20) but it’s quiet, has showers, food, coffee some comfy seats and few people, so is a good place to hang out and wait for our flight to Danang.
I’m about to test the shower and starting to feel relaxed. It was hard dragging myself away from Easter at Caloundra where the weather was great. But a new adventure awaits.
Keep reading and you’ll find out about four 60+ ladies on vacation.
Last Day in the Village.
Woke late to the sounds in the Mairie outside my window. Today was spring cleaning day in the Place.
The Council were having their meeting today at 11 and there was action in the space in front. This happens to be the space in front of the Brannock’ s house.
There were sweepers sweeping and waterers watering and Policemen coming and going from the Council Offices in the Mairie.
I took the opportunity to put my head inside this Council building that always seems so closed up. It was rather lovely.
Staircase inside the Council’s Mairie building.
Susanna, the fun lady who manages the Brannocks house for the group of owners, happens to be on the council, so had asked could she call in for a chat before the meeting.
Margaret and I went for coffee beforehand at the lovely cafe opposite. It’s such a special little place and holds special memories as I’ve eaten there each visit I’ve had and love the little outdoor terrace.
It’s the cafe behind the flags!
I wanted to wander the streets of the village one last ( well almost last) time.
I saw so many things this morning , afternoon and evening. You would love it.
We walked down past Bar Marigny and saw the crowd that hang out there. They nodded. Or called Bojour as we we passed by. We went to a little shop at the end of town near the Happy Tree – which has the cutest felt stars hanging in it.
More stalls appeared. Different every evening.
The little boutique has lot of clothes and there was a mother with three daughters trying things on and looking great in everything. There are quite a few Norwegians and Swedish staying in the area. In fact someone commented that they are ‘very big and take up lots of space in the cafes in their big groups with lots of children!’
Margaret and I descended to the cave below with its cushions, lamps,, bolts of fabric, glassware, beads and a cupboard of clothes, Tout – 50%. That sounded good. So after much wriggling in the little dressing room I bought a lovely mustard linen top.
Back out side we walked along the Grand Rue, past Mirabeau where I bought some wine to thank John and Margaret for having me and to wish them a happy joint70. They have friends arriving in Sept for a cruise then a stay in Cotignac to celebrate.
Then it was a general wander and observation of the locals and the tourists. This village is beautiful and it’s becoming a little seasonal with the tourists. It’s a shame for the locals if they find the work so seasonal they have to move away in winter.
We sat in a cafe by the four seasons fountain and watched a drama unfold.
A young woman driving a small car suddenly stopped and jumped out. Her large dong sitting on the front seat saw a likely playmate. Another big dog. So he leapt out of the window.
She left the car, with about 5 people waiting patiently behind her and took off after the dog. He was in dog heaven. Now he had two playmates. He chased the dog and she chased him. There were calls from the crowds , waves from all, until a young man grabbed her dog. She carried him back to her car – now really blocking the narrow street and dumped him in the front seat. She hurried around to the drivers side to calls of ‘ wind your window up!’ She did, she waved and drove off with the dog looking out from his view on the front seat. Drama over.
Sitting by the 4 seasons fountain
We saw tables being put along on the road then realised the road was to be closed. There must be a party tonight. We’ll have to come back.
After siesta we moved our aperitif hour to outside the house. It’s a great spot to watch the world go by or to catch up with neighbours as we did.
NEGHBOURS,, English couple Peter and Lyn
We just had to go back to the Grand Rue later that evening to check out the events. And there they were, dancing in the streets. There was a disc jockey spinning lots of favourites and the dances moved from line dancing to waltzing to swing to modern bopping and the old favourite YMCA. Young, old, big and small. All together. It was such a festive occasion.
Even the gorgeous dark haired girl from the cafe – with the amazing smile , got up and danced with her mum between serving drinks.
It gave a taste of summer in a village. It was great fun.
Try and get here I can promise you’d love it.
Exploring French Villages.
My journey through some more of the villages of this Var region continues with my No 1 driver Margaret.
This time we headed north and then west. Check it out on the map from the last blog.
I’m always excited to be heading to new villages. Will they contain a surprise? Will they move me in some way? Or will they be too touristy?
So as we drove along I thought of the features that make these villages so………French.
We headed out on road D 22 toward Sillans. Or it’s full name Sillans la Cascade. It’s a pretty drive and you come upon it quite quickly, around a bend and you have to stop at the traffic light. These lights only allow one way traffic through the narrow part of the village. This is where we came for the Saffron Festival. It’s reached by walking up a little hill which circles the area containing the cafes. It’s not a ‘Place’ like the ones found in many other villages, so this one is slightly different.
Sillans has little winding streets, a bell tower and some colourful pots on doorstepS and at windows. And lots of stone walls.
Further down the D22 we reached Aups. I’ve been here before. It has a lovely entrance and lots of winding streets and it has the beautiful clock tower with its campanile. It has a rather large memorial to those lost in the war. It was a stronghold of the French resistance. It is also well known as a truffle centre.
On we went along the D9 to Moissac- Bellevue, a hill town. There aren’t as many hill towns in this area so this stands out. It’s beautiful colours – all muted pinks and terracotta and as you wind up you arrive at a little Place ( or piazza as they are called in Italy). It has a very large fountain, another feature of all French villages.
This fountain dominates the small Place
It’s clock tower and campanile is once again beautiful and as we sat we heard its bells.
The bell tower in Moissac
I’m becoming a little addicted to the iron work on these bell towers. Such a feature in each village as we arrive. This village is small and very well looked after. There would only be about 200 occupants and they look after it well. It was very quiet as we walked the few little streets that make up the village.
Only the birds to keep us company in Moissac
We had a cafe creme in the only little restaurant in the village and there was only one other little business which was also the Office de Tourism.
The view from the lookout near the fountain across the bouleadrome, was wonderful
The War Memorial, with its small list of names, sat proudly with a bird sitting on the cock at the top. Quite a sight.
Along the D271 and five km later we entered Regusse. It’s little Grand Rue was lined with about 4 cafes. There were shady trees and a great view of the church, the Notre Dame de la Misericorde with its glazed bell tower.
Once again the clock tower and its iron work bell tower is lovely.
We wandered the streets and saw some children enjoying a game.
We saw a man working on his jeep and it reminded me of Steve and his jeep.
We continued west and drove slowly through Tavernes. Not the prettiest of villages but it had the features I’ve been talking about.
The campanile was lovely.
We arrived at Varages and parked near the Domaine Huile which we visited and spoke to the beautiful young girl who was reading an English book. The olive oil products were many and varied and showed how important olive trees are in this area.
This village is not touristy, so it had a very local feel. People stopping for their bread – double parking, while they run returning with a baguette under their arm. Waving to or double kissing their friends in greeting.
Another thing that distinguishes a French village. The boulangerie.
Off to the Cafe for a cool drink and to watch the locals interact. The campanile rang out 12 bells and the businesses started to close.
The florist came over to the fountain and submerged a big potted fern and carried it back to his shop.
The memorial stood tall and acted as a roundabout. Part of everyday life. Yet a constant reminder.
The heat of the day slowed people down.
What would they be doing during the siesta?
So ….. What are the features that are common to all the villages I have been:
A campanile with beautiful iron work
A main fountain and lots of little fountains.
A war Memorial
Blue shutters
Colourful potted plants
A boulangerie – often with a queue.
Pretty cafes with coloured umbrellas.
A bouleadrome
What makes a Village French?
Leisurely exploring the countryside is a treat especially when you have a driver who is
1. A friend 2.Patient 3. Knowledgable !
My driver Margaret is all 3!
Driver Margaret stops at the prettiest place to fill up the tank!
Yesterday we explored east of Cotignac finishing at Le Thoronet Abbey near the village of the same name.
But before Le Thoronet we drove through lovely French landscapes. Around each corner is another beautiful scene. There are vineyards, pale ochre coloured houses, dressed with blue shuttered, pencil pines, tractors and hill top towns – that’s if you can stop looking along the curving, narrow roads hoping nothing will come round them!
The views are restful and inspiring at the same time. I feel all creative, like I want to become an artist or writer to capture it all.
We passed through Entrecasteaux with its little one way street with lights telling you wait before proceeding through the town, around the corner and coming across the beautiful big Chateaux.
Then past the little Saint Antonin Du Var , it’s name almost bigger than itself.
Onto Lorgues. We stopped here in this small fortified village – town with its ‘portes’ , ancients stairs, vaulted passages, St Martins church and pretty one way Grand Rue lined with cafes. Coffee creme and a sit in the shade of the lime green umbrella was all we needed.
Past another lovely small village. I blinked and missed its name and its not on the map. But it had a very nice stone bridge over a lovely creek.
Finally to Thoronet and the Abbey on the outskirts of town, beside a small river. A group of monks settled here and in 1170 started work on this abbey. Less than 2 centuries later it had fallen into decline until restoration started in 1841 and continues today.
The large church is big with a vaulted ceiling and its sparse lack of any decoration highlights it’s beautiful shape. The acoustics must be wonderful. They regularly have concerts here and it would be beautiful.
We drove back to Cotignac through Carces, a favourite village visited last time we were here. There are wonderful murals painted on the walls and many little tiles used on the pointed roofs of the old village Churches and buildings.
Back home Margaret and John had a French lesson with Lauren so I went for a walk through the village stopping for a cool drink by the four seasons fountain. It’s a gorgeous fountain and is often used by little and not so little children to splash away the heat of the day.
It’s easy to relax into life in these French Villages. Especially at Rose time. I’ve already mentioned that they drink it like cordial. Perhaps the English describe it well when they say they come to Provence and have to be careful not have ‘death by Rose!’
We visited Mirabeau, a winery started by Stephen and Jeany Cronk. Watch this short Video for mirabeau wines. http://www.mirabeauwine.com/
If this link doesn’t work just google it and it comes as a short you tube
Lizzie, the lovely Irish girl working at Mirabeau
From wine tasting we went to dinner.
I had a beautiful duck with fig sauce
But still the night continued – onto the terrace at the top of the Brannocks house. We soaked up: both the wine from Carpe Diem, another very good local winery and the sounds of the Opera singing at the out door theatre just behind the clock tower.
View from the terrace up 5 flights to the top!
At midnight I lay in bed listening the people walking through the Marie in front of the house on the way home from the concert.
What adventures are in store tomorrow? Keep reading friends.
To Market. To Market. French style
If there are any better markets than a French one, I have yet to see and visit it.
I’ve been to markets all over the world, but I do think there is something special about a French Market. I really love them.
Is the basket that everyone seems to carry? Including me. Thank you Margaret.
If you don’t own one you can quickly buy one.
Perhaps it’s the colourful umbrellas providing shade as you move around.
Or the cafes to help rehydrate? People drink Rose here like its a soft drink!
Perhaps it’s the stall owners? They are busy but friendly.
Carpe Diem
Or maybe it’s the music wafting around as you browse the stalls.
Or the fruit and veg ? That rockmelon smells fresh and delicious. And tastes so sweet and juicy.
Or the heavenly smelling fresh bread.
Or the beautiful French girls waiting on the thirsty.
There is something for everyone. This man was showing the young girl how to use the bow and arrow!
The variety of stalls gets me in every time
I think it’s a combination of all the above, plus the personalities of those selling their goods.
Whatever it is, it works. The markets were packed but there was room for all and lots of smiles.
Perfect to buy all your ingredients for a beautiful salad lunch washed down with a Provence Rose.
Life is sweet.
Village Life in France
A storm last night cooled things down. Rain was needed in the area after some fires last week so we couldn’t complain about the heavy rain yesterday afternoon.
But would it stop today’s activities ?
Up earlier to prepare for Boules. This game is loved by the French. It’s also know as Pétanque or as Bocce in Italy. Each little village has its own boulodrome and you often see groups of French men playing quietly on the rough pebbly surfaces.
We drove to nearby village of Salernes but were early so had coffee in the main shady Place. The village is known as a ‘crafty’ village and the mosaic planters and crocheted posts through the village support this.
Boules started at 10 and today’s games were organised by the local British Association. John and Margaret have joined this group to give a network of friends when visiting their house for longer periods of time. Getting into a social scene can be difficult in a village particularly if your French is not fluent. The French are friendly but difficult to break into socially.
Most of the people playing this morning are retirees from England. Two are married to French women and the others have all bought homes in the area. They all now speak French. Quite an assorted group!
We got underway after lobbing our boule towards the little white ball known as the cochonnet or jack and being given a partner depending on our lob. Poor John got me ! and I’m sure he though I’d be hopeless.
But he was surprised (and I) when it turned out I could actually lob my boule in general direction of the cochonnet, sometimes right next to it! . We were on a winning streak! Until our very last game when local Englishman Michael, definitely not a sporting figure, managed to out boule us.
Then off to lunch in a local restaurant. A long table set on a shady terrace looked innocent enough until the fun began. Most of the crowd were great company but there was an undertone that wouldn’t have been out of place in a John Motimer novel similar to ‘Summers Lease.’
It seems one gentleman (parked by his glamorous French wife, Marie Franc, who headed for the other end of the table) is known for his over indulgence of the local wine and then upsetting other people. And today he was seated next to me and I was able to observe some insults being hurled in a similar fashion to the boules earlier in the morning.
Such fun at lunch!
Margaret was offering to swap seats but I was thoroughly enjoying myself and then the main protagonist started to fall asleep. The wine was working.
We finished up at 3 after sorting out a few problems over ‘L’addition’ where a few seated near the trouble maker didn’t want to pay for his overindulgence of wine. Oh the intrigues of life in a French village!
After lunch Bill, one of the very friendly chaps invited us into his house nearby. They built it about 7 years ago but look like selling and returning to England. His wife doesn’t attend the boules so it was nice to meet her.
Back to Cotignac for siesta and then a walk through the little streets finishing with a Rose under the shady trees. I love this place. It’s a really beautiful village and has a great feeling.
The end of another beautiful day. Market day tomorrow.
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