Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2013

Tulle - not just ballet costume netting - a old town in France


When you are driving through the south central region of France be sure to visit the old town of Tulle.

How old is Tulle?  Well Tulle was settled by the Gauls, then the Romans established a temple there,  and in the seventh century a monastery was built which was destroyed by the Vikings in 846…so you figure it out!!!

Yes, Tulle  is the home of the starchy, sometimes scratchy,  net-like fabric that ballet costumes are made of. And, it is also the world accordion capital. (Did you know a single accordion has between 3500 and 6800 parts and takes more than 200 hours to make.. and can cost up to €9000, about $11,700?) Usine Maugein - the last of the traditional accordion makers still produces instruments in Tulle.

But more importantly, Tulle is the scene of a really nice 4-day street music festival (Nuits de Nacre - September) and it is a GREAT place to just get off the beaten path… and roam around a bit.

Take a look at this video… Great isn’t it? Want more information?  Contact me. Let me help you plan the ‘roaming’ tour of your dreams.

 

Thursday, October 3, 2013

It is almost truffle season in France!!!

Just the other day, I was talking to someone about truffles. I was telling them that years ago, I read (probably in one of Peter Mayle’s wonderful books) that truffles used to be hunted using a pig. Apparently pigs have a keen sense of smell and can track down a truffle a mile away. (Well, perhaps not  a mile… but quite a distance!!)   A pig, with its innate truffle-sniffing sense, can find a truffle and root it out with its snout - even when the truffle is hidden almost underground!!

However pigs also love to eat truffles. So, since there was always a dispute with the pig over ownership rights (i.e. 300 lb. truffle-finders are always keepers!!),  they are no longer used in truffle-hunting. Instead, they have been replaced with ‘truffle-sniffing dogs’!! (Per Wiki: need to be trained, but easier to control!) As I recounted this tale to my friend, we laughed and mused about how much fun it would be to go on a truffle hunt. (From my mouth to the truffle-god’s ear.)
 


 
To see more of these photos and to read the story, check out  David Lebovitz's story about his hunt with the pig, on his  blog:
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2010/02/truffle-hunting-in-france/#comments
Lo and behold, guess what appeared in my email box today? An invitation from Johann & Lisa Pepin (who have a truffle plantation in the Provence) inviting me (and you - my dear readers) to visit them. They will tell us how truffles are cultivated and truffle dogs are trained, and we can go on a hunt for France's elusive "black gold" with professional hunters who know all the tricks of the trade. The hunters will even regale us with stories of truffle hunting successes and sabotage, and we will learn to tell the difference between the different types of truffles (French versus Chinese).
Interested? Contact me and I will help you plan a wonderful self-drive trip through the Provence which, of course, can include the truffle hunt.  (Truffle season: summer - May to September; winter - November to March)  

Or join me and a few other baby-boomer couples (no more than 6 couples) in the Provence during Christmas week (Dec 21 to 26)… as we share accommodations (6 private rooms, each with bath) in a fully- furnished, luxury villa.

Or join me from 27 December to 04 January for a week with ‘just us girls’... at the same luxury villa.  

(For both trips: a rental car will be available for each couple or every two women. )

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Christmas in the Provence

The Provence is wonderful any time of year… especially in the winter when only the locals are there.  Join us during Christmas week or New Years while we share accommodations in a luxury villa in the Provence.

The first week - December 21 to 27 - is reserved for baby-boomer couples,
The second week  - Dec 28 to January 03 - is exclusively for women who are travelling alone or with a friend. 
Share a 9 bedroom/ 9 bath luxury villa (one rental car available for every 2 people)!!

Dining out in France


Planning a trip to France? Why not get off the beaten path.. fly into Frankfurt, rent a car drive down Germany’s wine road, take the little road for Landau into Strasbourg and then head down to Dijon. A few miles outside of Dijon will put you right on the Route des Grand Cru.. and you can visit these restaurants.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

The insanity of war: Oradour-sur-Glane (France)… a must see for humane beings

It is seldom that we – who were born and raised in America and have no connection to the military – see the aftermath of the atrocities of war. Yes, many of us have viewed the remnants of the World Trade Center in the months that followed 9/11. But future generations, and those of us who have been unable to visit New York City so far, will only see the memorial as it rises.
Even those of us who have traveled to Europe, often see only the sanitized version of ‘things’, long after they happened, long after the tears have dried and those who fell have perhaps been forgotten.


Yesterday, the New York Times reported that the Presidents of Germany and France commemorated the worst atrocity committed by the Germans – on the French people – in World War II. On June 10, 1944, Nazi panzer troops entered the tiny village of Oradour-sur-Glane, rounded-up  and massacred 642 of it’s villagers…. men, women, children… anyone who happened to be in the village that day. Only a dozen or so – only those who were not in town that day – survived.
For those of us humane beings - who need to be reminded of the horrors of war – thankfully that little village has been preserved… exactly as it was on the day of the atrocity.

Visiting the village is an eerie experience. You park on one side of the road, then cross it and enter the reception center through an underground passageway which cannot be seen from the road or from the village itself.  As you emerge from underground, you enter the village… walking up a bit of an incline… as any visitor would have. 

As you enter the village, you walk past the remnants of the burned-out shells of houses and shops. Many of the shop signs are still clearly visible. There are tables and a couple of chairs in the café. You can see a sewing machine in the tailor’s shop. There are cars parked in the streets. But everything is a hollow shell … burned out and now rusted. The trolley tracks are still there with blades of grass growing in between.  It is all so quiet, so still. Even though other tourists are walking nearby, everyone - even teenagers - speaks in hushed, reverent tones. 

After a period of time, as you walk along the streets peering here and peeking there, you become somewhat inured to the scene. ‘Oh just an old abandoned village’, you think to yourself.

Then you walk down a small incline,  towards the end of the village,  to the church. It is a simple stone edifice, not unlike other fieldstone churches in other small French villages. As you enter the church, you notice that it is empty: no pews, no religious artifacts, no remnants of the parishioners. There is nothing inside except - an alter with three sacristy windows directly behind.

But in this emptiness… in this sunlit space… it all becomes clear.  This is the place where 247 women and 205 children were massacred…. herded into the church, locked inside. Then the church was set ablaze and anyone machine-gunned down - if they tried to escape.  One woman survived. She succeeded in climbing out of a sacristy window.

But why, why did this happen… you may well ask? What could possibly be the reason for such slaughter…. such brutality, such inhumanity.

The official answer: German retribution on the French partisans because they had kidnapped a Waffen-SS command officer. The unofficial truth: The partisans of the village of Oradour-sur-Vayres had kidnapped the officer.  The order from the German high command had been to arrest 30 villagers from that village and hold them until the SS-officer was released unharmed.  But, instead, an overzealous, young German officer decided to ‘send a message’ to the partisans of Oradour-sur-Vayres. He ordered his troops to lay waste to the partisans’ village: exterminate all of the villagers and set fire to the village. But on that fateful morning, in his quest for revenge, in his haste, he entered the wrong village: Oradour -sur-Glane NOT Oradour-sur-Vayres. 
One cannot say enough about the absolute insanity and the inhumanity of war.

Photos of the village appear on my Pinterest Board. I visted the village in 2010.

http://pinterest.com/roamingeurope/france-oradour-sur-glane-limosin-region/