Gruezi, Bonjour, Dag, Hey et Guten something or other.............................. What language do I speak again, I'm so confused,
Well, we made it all the way to France and some of the most spectacular countryside I have ever smacked my little eyes on. Before I get too far ahead of myself I am just going to let you all know that I'm only going to do a part of this blog entry
{which turned out to be much more than he said he would!} and my sweetness is going to give the finer details of all the 'proper' place names, relatives and French connections for all of the Francais family and the rest of you back home. Who writes what here should be fairly obvious, so if you read this and only hear my voice in the back of our mind please do check back soon for the updated version. So keep in mind that the spaces
{ummm what spaces??} that are in this account will of course be filled.
After a long train journey from Switzerland to Geneve, an even longer car ride from Geneve through to Mazan (Merci Beaucoup Cathy) we were in southern France. What an amazingly breathtaking place it is; rolling hills, lavender fields and vineyards stretching as far as the eye can see. Apart from the land being very dry, which is an all too familiar sight, the colours and scents of Provence and area are a pleasurable assault on the senses. To me this was only really a small taste at what France has to offer, but we were really there for a connection to heritage and family.
Although I did feel like the proverbial duck out of water, I was made to feel incredibly welcome by everyone I met. Besides, I am used to being the novelty everywhere I go. Friday night, after running around some time after we arrived, we had a traditional family dinner (with a large extended family of 16) in Le Pontet. Most of the evening I spent saying "Wee" and nodding a lot, that said though there were quite a few at the table who enjoyed my thick Aussie vernacular. I got to experience 1st hand what I consider to be true European hospitality. I also had the pleasure of eating Le Soupe
au Pistou, a regional specialty that's kind of a brothy soup filled with pasta, veg and served with pesto - mmmmmmmmm (Merci Beaucoup Denise, Tres Bien). There was cheeses and breads, wines and beers - more fare than you can poke a baguette at. Dinner lasted about 4 hours, by then everyone was filled to the brim and ready for a good nights sleep.
Saturday, which was rapidly becoming very hot, we headed into the amazing city of Avignon. I thought the Chateau de Gruyeres was impressive, but this was just beyond belief - the stories I heard, and pictures in my mind of Avignon clearly didn't match what I was to see. The entire city has a rampart wall around it, and from the way we approached the city, the Palais des Papes (Palace of The Popes) loomed over the wall of the city. Soon after came into view the famous Le Pont Saint-Benezet (Le Pont d'Avignon). Being the oldest city in France, everything in sight had some major historical significance. In all honesty, there is no possible way I can do this place justice in words and it would probably take me a long time to do so (but I do hope some of the photos we post will give a sense of the beauty and stature of Avignon). Just after midday we were treated to a traditional French lunch (of about 5 courses, including assorted pate and roasted lamb) courtesy of Cathy's mum, Christiane (Encore, Merci Beaucoup). After which we wandered a little more of the rues of Avignon, walked out onto the famous pont and then headed out of the city to visit the Pont du Gard - a truly incredible aquaduct constructed by the Roman empire (entirely without the use of mortar) some 1900 years ago and spans the gorge over the Gardon river just outside the city Nimes.
After yours truly prepared dinner that evening for Cathy and the kids (Bonjour, Nicolas and Gladys), with a little help, we were taken back into the city of Avignon to see the city by night and the Koala Bar (recommended by Cathy). This was Jimi's moment to shine, as I walked in I discovered the punters at the bar playing a game of name that artist and song. At the start I just stood back enjoying a few glasses of Leffe and the tunes until Cathy began to egg me on (all in good fun), "come on Jim, you're good at music!" The story goes the group of locals near to us had been playing all night and collecting their 'Tokens' (Pistachio nuts) in order to get to 7 and score a free Pastis - in the matter of the 40 minutes I was in the bar I managed to nail 6 tracks in a row and the competition was on. The tables were turned by the bartender then playing a few french and dance songs which stumped me right up until I heard Jamiroquai - after that I proceeded to call no less than a dozen plus songs in a row, which received a tremendously cool reception from the 20 odd patrons in the club. This led to me being shouted several drinks, making a few very cool friends (Merci, 'Jeff' and crew) and leaving with the offer of a strip tease (which, no, I did not take up). For a short moment I had made a very impressive mark on the city of Avignon and its locals. Having good reasons to make our way, we headed once again to see the Palais des Papes by night and eventually made our way back home.
Sunday morning, we were taken to see Josette and Yvon (Nana's sister and husband) just outside of Avignon. Again, I did a lot of nodding and "Wee"ing, but it apparently made a lovely old pair of people very happy - and I guess that's really all that counts. Like the rest of our trip, it was a whirlwind visit but several people were very happy to see the both of us in the home towns of the family. After a quick bite of lunch, several more Au Revoirs and dropping the kids off we headed back to Geneve, onto a train again and back into Zurich by 9:30....... Now I can take a breath.
I did enjoy my time, I did feel a little out of place but very welcome and if given the opportunity I would happily go back. To all of you that made my stay feel homely I thank you in my tongue - Grouse Mate, Avignon (and Provence) you Rock.
To everyone back home, I hope you enjoyed my account, as I said earlier stay tuned for Ness's addition to this entry and some photos from the journey.
Gros (sloppy) Bisous,
Jimi and Ness