Showing posts with label Provence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Provence. Show all posts

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Provence to Dordogne, with a few stops in between

Narbonne
Leaving the lushness of Provence behind was hard. I can see why so many Brits and Americans buy houses there and spend their retired days drinking wine and dipping their bread in olive oil. But with a house rented on the other side of the country, it was time to go, so at 8 am we all squeezed (literally) in the car and headed to Avignon to tearfully drop off Fabienne. Bella almost didn't let her go, smiling dotingly at her the whole way there, then clinging to her as she tried to leave. I finally had to pry her off. So many wonderful aunties our girls have!

Knowing we had a 6 hour drive ahead of us, we decided to try for 3 stops along the way. Initially we thought about going through Montpellier, but deciding against a big city stop, we arbitrarily decided to stop in Narbonne which is right along the way. Having never heard of it, we didn't expect much, but we were entirely wrong! Not only does a section of the 2100 year old original Roman Rome run through the town, but it lay on the crossroads of two major Roman roads (heading South and west). The church in Narbonne is an amazing example of Gothic architecture. And its unusual, as it is amazing tall, yet compact, almost circular. Reading more about it, we realized that it was built about 800 years ago to be the biggest church in the world (in order to make Narbonne's naughty citizens shamed back into the Catholic church). They built for about 60 years, got the altar area done, but were stopped when their was a dispute about having to tear down the city's defensive wall to complete the nave. Then, they ran out of money. Basically, it never got done. We only got ten minutes in the church before it closed and they pretty much had to chase us out (Bubbe got pushed out of one entrance while the rest of us another so we had to wander around to find each other for a while). Afterwards, we stumbled into a museum across the courtyard (which had an absolutely amazing collection of Roman art), had lunch (Bubbe tried a crepe with chestnut puree!)




Museum display showing traditional housing construction method- reeds covered with plaster!




Being kicked out


Check out the sign- "Chien Chic"! basically "fashionable dog"


Montauban
A couple more hours of driving brought us to Montauban, which was the birthplace of painter Dominic Ingres and had a huge collection of his work. Ingres was the premier classicist of his time, his time being the late 1800s, and was hugely inspirational to many painters. His work is not necessarily, by our tastes, beautiful, although his skill is very evident. He was a fan of Greek and Roman classical art, with its posed and still composition, but he updated it and made it modern. The most amazing thing about the museum was the work of Cueho, who was an Ingres follower, who had three full rooms of homages to his work... there were big canvases filled with studies of hands, feet, etc, done in Ingres careful style. Also amazing was the dungeon area, filled with canons, torture tables and other dungeon-style implements that were creepy and interesting.








A couple more hours of driving finally brought us to our house right at dusk. Just east of Sarlat is St. Nathalene where our little gite is located (none of us have actually seen a village yet) in the middle of small farms, a chateau, houses with chickens and a few cows, etc. We are in one of three houses here carefully renovated by a British family with (Oh Joy) a huge manicured yard with a trampoline, cute little dog named Taffy, a tree house, swings, soccer pitch and badminton net. This is our first time being in a remote rental (10 minutes drive to the nearest store probably) and its a wonderful change. No stress to run out to the local stores or explore the town, just lots of lovely trees and birds to look out at. And a big stockpile of English chapter books for Eilidh and farming games for the girls!

Friday, October 8, 2010

Last Days in Provence


Marseilles
Thursday and Friday of the end of the first week of October left us feeling a little lazy... especially since we knew that we had a 6 hour drive ahead of us to our next rental in Sarlat, in the Dordogne region. We are basically driving from Southeast France to the other side of the country, and through a rather remote area with few major roadways connecting the towns that we are traveling between. But ah, well... nothing like being on a family car trip to bring everyone closer!

So Thursday Bubbe and Fabienne offered to hang out with the kids while Sven & I went to Marseilles to see Benoit of the Musee d'Art Africain Oceanien Amerindien, who was the original person to catalogue the Pinart catalog (in his first-ever job as a curator). It was not super informative, but nonetheless interesting, and you could tell that Benoit had a soft spot in his heart for the Pinart collection. He did bring us into the American collection of the museum at one point and we were floored by the spooky collection of Vanuatu shrunken heads (of which the hair of some of them is made out of spider webs!) and to make things even more interesting we got locked in for about 15 minutes.

Marseilles was.... big. Neither Sven or myself bothered to read up on it and we were both surprised to find out that it is the 2nd biggest city in France and a hugely thriving fishing port for the region (it was good to smell the fresh fish). Glad we didn't bring the kids. After seeing Benoit we had a really nice lunch, went to an art museum, stopped for coffee and apple pie, then drove up to the amazing Basilica Notre-Dame de la Garde which overlooks the city of Marseilles and is topped with a huge gold statue of the Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus (his wrist is over 1 meter wide!). Inside we were floored by the gold frescoes- humbled by the amount of work that must have gone into the structure. It was as awe-inspiring as Venice's St. Mark's Cathedral, and visually similar. The main difference: Marseilles basilica was designed and created for the fishermen. Mary blesses those who come into the harbor and the church is hung with model boats, paintings of shipwrecks are crammed onto the busy walls, and plaques everywhere commemorate shipwrecks where lives were spared. But Marseilles was big, noisy and overwhelming. We were glad to come home.Fabienne made crepes for all of us and we had savory ones (filled with steamed green beans and cheese) and sweet ones (filled with nutella and raspberries). Yum!


The museum complex.


Notre Dame de la Garde



model boats






Loumarin
Friday was market day in the nearby town of Loumarin so we headed out to look for a few things. Many of the vendors we had seen earlier in the week at the antique market and it was good to recognize items and faces. We walked around for an hour or so enjoying the sights and the smells then got an over-priced and mediocre (yet oddly satisfying) lunch. I think eating outside fixes the quality issue somehow. And everything tastes better followed by ice cream and coffee.


Bonnieux
We weren't quite ready to go home so almost as an after-thought we drove through Bonnieux and walked around for a bit. We were amazed that even this little town that was not on our radar and didn't have any major tourist sights (except for the Musee Boulangerie which I regret not going to) was so picturesque. Lovely area. The evening involved eating left-overs, packing and the girls chasing Fabienne around the house.






Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Close to home: Roussillon, Gordes and Le Village des Bories


Our first full day with Fabienne we decided to stick close to home (since the car is so crammed and uncomfortable) and visit two nearby villages: Roussillon and Gordes. We had heard over and over again about the beauty of these villages so were excited for the day... Somehow we managed to get out of the house by noon and drive the ten minutes to the town of Roussillon which we had skirted a couple of days ago on the way to the ochre factory. Having read about the 'ochre trail' we headed out for a loop through what is called the 'Colorado Canyon' which ended up being amazingly beautiful! The 30 minute walk through towering red cliffs and striped pink and yellow rock faces left us stunned and impressed that this place is not more famous (although maybe it is famous- the same group of German teenagers that we'd shared a cinema with in Nimes yesterday traipsed next to us through the canyon). It was amazing to think about 4 generations of miners working this area and how it now remains a cultural asset to the region. We also discovered that Samuel Beckett (writer of Waiting for Godot) hid out in Roussillon for two years after his work with the French Resistance was discovered during WWII. My mom joked, "was he a redhead?" as she looked at how I blended in with the cliffs...





In front of Roussillon...






The casing of the chestnut! Yikes!

















Taking home a little bag of Roussillon clay.











GORDES
After walking through the town of Roussillon for a while and admiring the houses, the doors, the art galleries we headed off to the other famous village of the area where a lot of artists and people in the film industry call home: Gordes. Set up on a rocky mountaintop, the houses of Gordes appear to grow out of rocky outcroppings. We enjoyed the old cobblestone paths and streets, gorgeous vistas, fantastic pastries and it didn't make any difference to any of us that nothing seemed to be open (although in a little out of the way street Fabienne did somehow find the inauspicious door of the church right before we left). The town seemed to be almost like a stage set of what Provence should look like and, dazed and afraid that we wont ever see anything so lovely as Gordes and Roussillon, we headed off to our last goal of the day just a few minutes down the road: Le Village des Bories.





Fabienne
Gordes Castle, built in 1031.



"I WANT TO EAT!"

Le Village des Bories
I was not very excited about this stop and was afraid that the kids would be bored by a bunch of old stone huts, but it ended up being a fabulous way to end a day... set deep in the olive groves outside Gordes is a little enclave (bought up by a private well-doer) of ancient stone huts that have been meticulously restored. Made with no morter, these huts were unassuming and sweet, and inside sheltered items that had been dug up from the area: tools, pots, etc. The little enclave of huts is probably a couple of hundred years old, but the tradition of stone huts goes back 6 centuries. Photos show these huts to be cute and rustic, but in fact they are quite large, beautiful and carefully constructed (no morter!).

Coming home we made pasta and were served by the little restaurant girls living in our house... and we didn't even have to tip!


















windmill fashion shot


Jump!


Us with our fancy Octoberfest gear.