The South of France

THE SOUTH OF FRANCE
Sept 14-Oct 4

The weather was not kind to us in Paris, but we were very surprised how quick the week went.  We left the apartment in the rain and walked a block to Rue Montparnasse and caught the #91  bus to the Gare de Lyon.  We found a very comfortable café with wi-fi (we did not use it) and settled in to wait for  TGV 2903 at 12:49, our ride to the “French Riviera”. It is only know as that in the U.S.. In Europe is the Cote A’zur.  Also know as Provence.









One thing we are really missing the boat on in the U.S. is high speed rail.  Walk in the terminal, get on the train, and whisk away at 120 mph.  No check in, no one probing your body, no one rummaging through your luggage. On board, no seat belts, no one telling you where to shove your luggage or what to do with your seat and table.  For me, it is travel heaven.
Rather quickly Paris was behind us and we were roaring through the French countryside. The quaint French villages, surrounded by brown fields that had been turned under for the winter made them look drab and dull under the low gray clouds and mist. The scenery changed as we moved south. From tilled fields to rolling green hills spotted white with cows and sheep. Further south, corn fields that were half way through their life cycle, started to enter the picture. About three hours south of Paris we entered the more arid Mediterranean area of rocky hills and scrub evergreens.  The fields changed from corn and sunflowers to fruit orchards and olives. Our first stop was three hours and forty five minutes into the journey at Aixe en Provence. A quick five minutes and we were on our way. Now we saw only vineyards and olives and a occasional glimpse of the Mediterranean. After another quick stop at Toulon, we were at St. Raphael we got off.  And so, it seemed, did everyone else.


The next stop, Cannes, was closer to our destination of Grasse, but St. Raphael was smaller and I was familiar with it as I had lived here for three months in my futile attempt to learn French. Familiar with the area did not make the line at Avis any shorter.  We stood in the Avis line for about an hour in this small train station.  I have know idea what kind of reservation the other people had but it took agonizingly  long periods to handle each customer. When we finally made it to the front of the line and showed our paperwork, the agent was ecstatic as she handed us a car key contract and said have a good time. That was it.
We arrived in Grasse just at dusk and our neighbors from Florida and the next week here, Vicki and Rich were waiting with wine and food. It was a excellent reunion.  Vicki recounted here story of going to the butcher and with very little French trying to buy a meet.  One gentleman spoke about as much english and he told her the cooked meat she was looking at was smoked “donkey”. This exchange happened a couple of times, as she was pretty sure it was not smoked “donkey” when some one else entered the shop with better english and explained that it was indeed not “donkey” but turkey.  With everyone having a big laugh she bought the “donkey” and served it for dinner.  It was damn good “donkey”.


 THE RENTAL CAR
We were very excited when the Avis lady said, "We have a brand new Fait 500 for you".  This is what we imagined it would be.





GRASSE


To often I hear the arrogant and ignorant statement “if weren’t for us, you would be speaking German”. Well, dumbass, if were not for the French you would be having high tea. Just because they do not say “yes” to every cockeyed war thought we have does not make them unsupportive.  The French were a major force in defeating the English. In the siege of Savannah there were more French, 3000 visa the U.S. 2000.  Admiral Grasse commanded the French fleet at the Battle of the Chesapeake, which lead directly to the British surrender at Yorktown. There were thousands of French troops, back when that was a large number, fighting along side the colonialist.

On Sept 14, here in Grasse there was joint celebration of the effort of Adm. Grasse. It was quite a impressive event attended by U.S. and French military and diplomats. Quite a enjoyable event, except the band played about 10 songs that everyone stood through.  We listened to the U.S. Navy Capt. speak, and not very comfortably, and then we left.  There were way to many people lined up to talk and it was to nice of a day to hang around.






The week in Grasse at the Bastide, high up on the side of the hill looking at the Med in the distance, was a busy one with Rich and Vicki2. We hit all the highlights: Gorges de Verdon, Cannes, Antebbe, took a ferry from St. Raphael to St. Tropez and the bus back. These are wonderful places and that is why the rich gather there with their toys and yachts and mega yachts. St. Tropez was great but we did encounter traffic on the bus back to St. Raphael for the car. The bus is a great ride along the water, but it was stop and go for about a third of it, and on the way to Grasse we ran into a accident that required a deviation on the Autoroute but it all worked out. These were all places Vicki and I have visited before but new to Vicki2 and Rich.




 oh god, which one's should I chose

 on the riveria you may see this or that....


 the gorge







However,Rich and Vicki had spent a night in a lovely town called Vence. We had not been there so we drove over one afternoon. We stopped first in Tourittes-sur-Lope a very, very small restored village. It was nice, but all about tourist. Rich kept looking for Mickey Mouse ears to pop up.

In contrast the city of Vence was great. It was larger, but the old town center was still functioning on a whole different bases serving the locals with bakers, butcher shops, etc. It is my type of town. That evening Rich and Vicki2 treated us to a fantastic meal at a fantastic restaurant, Auberge deSeigneurs, with fantastic owners. It has been their family since 1916. It sat about 20 people and it was popular enough with the tourist and locals that you needed a reservation most nights and fortunately we had one. Our meal of chicken and lamb were cooked over a open spit fireplace in the dinning room.




There is a small chapel in the town built by Matisse and we went to visit it as we were told there were paintings by him on the tiles. The paintings looked like finger paintings and not signed. Rich and I were grossing about being cheated out of our 5 euro entrance fee. But Vicki2, in all her charm convinced, the guide to give us a lecture on the chapel in English. This rarely done as the minimum is 10 people. So the few english understanding people and about 10 other people listened to a great story about the chapel. He had designed and built the whole chapel himself over a 4 year period. Including the priest garments, stain glass window, alter, etc.. The drawings were very simple and not signed as he did not want it to become a museum. There was much more to the story and you can read it yourself. Without Vicki2 we never discovered the wonder of the story. I am sure the guide was a nun from the covenant next door as when people started to speak her commanding “SHHHHHH” quieted everyone. With out her we never would have discovered they great history of this small chapel.



BastideO'nhora, was a four unit apartment complex high up on a hill. It was wonderful, but a challenge to get to. Even on the main road, depending on what direction, you had to do 3 point turns in the car to get up. And, depending on how good you were, there were two to there of these turns up the drive way. Nice place to visit but I would not want to live there.



Saturday we said good bye to Rich and Vicki2 as they headed for Nice and back home and we headed west. The Bastide was nice but out of our price range for a extended stay. We had negotiated a apartment outside of the small town of Lorgues. It is twice the size and about half the price. The owner speaks no English and I had been corresponding with her daughter. There was a fairly long time delay in response from her. I learned last week that the delay is because she lives in South Korea were she is starting a new hotel for the Accro Group and had to email back to France to her mother. That explained a lot. For the finishing touch I just had David the owner of Bastide call her with the final arrangements.


LORGUES


Our new home is in the country just outside of Lorgues in the middle of the Cote de Provence wine region. This is a rose that is served chilled and not often found in the U.S. It is good wine for serving on hot days.

The other guests here, who got the little cottage we wanted, are French. Our landlord introduced us. They are Christian Lecoeur and Michele Abba. He is a Air France pilot and has been retired for 25 years and they live in a adult community a couple of hours from here. His daughter is married and living in Winston-Salem, who I have now met thanks to Skype, and his son was a flight attendant for Air France and worked many years building flight time and was hired as a pilot four years ago at the age of 36 with Air France. Rightfully he is very proud of him.


Their stories of senior living here is just like the U.S.. They have all the things they need from groceries to doctors. The also have all the infighting and clicks. The world is the same no matter where you go.


We took a ride in the country. First stop was Flayocs as it was market day. The market was very small, but the church had some interesting with tile mosaics and a ceramic black Mary and Jesus.
I made on of my “any turn will do” and as more often than not it was a great choice. We meander up a narrow winding trail to Tourtour, just a speck of a village high up on the mountain. This would be a great place to rent a Gite to get away and have a great view and that is a note to self. We meandered back home passing Lac(lake) de Carces.

 note the black mary and jesus in this church




In the evening our neighbor, Capt Lecour helped us book our next home. Again the owner spoke no French but with the help of Christian everything was set.

I was headed for Draguignan for some business and to visit the U.S. Military cemetery until my our landlord said there was a big, big market in Locgues today. I waited until Vicki was up and off we went. It was a big, big market. Every town has a market day and depending on location it varies in size. The vendors move from town to town and we saw some from yesterday in Flayocs. We bought some fruit, a chicken and a bit of sausage. We also did the French thing and had a coffee, very inexpensive here, and people watched. We met our neighbors at the market and Michel brought home a yellow rose and gave it to Vicki.



 did I mention the black helicopter that hovered 50 feet over may head yesterday? for some reason I think I am being watched.

 donkey

 yep, the sky is that blue



Another “any left turn” adventure took us down a single lane road that turned in to a cow path and back to a single lane road. On this adventure we found the fountain of youth. Just down hill from a winery we found wine flowing in the stream. Damn this is a great country. You don't find Jack Daniels flowing across the road in Tennessee.



That is wine!!!!

My early morning wanderings took me down a narrow road to the Chateau Martinette. The vineyards are perfect and new. I stopped and talked to the Spaniards building a stone wall. They have worked all year and done 10 Km or 6.2 miles. I asked “who can afford this”? “A Russian of course”. The nouveau rich Russians are not liked at all in the places we have been but I am sure the Spaniards a happy for the work.


on both sides of the road for km's was the russians

Went to see OS (that is “old shit” to those of you new here) today and have a picnic. The Abbey Thournet dates back to the 1100's and closed around 1800's with seven elderly monks living there. It has been owned by the government as a tourist attraction since 1840.


Down the road from it is the monastery of the Monastic Family of Bethelhem and the Assumption of the Virgin. Whew, that is a mouth full. Compared to the Abbey these guys are babies, founded in 1950. The have franchises in the U.S. and around the world. They wear KKK outfits, minus the dunce cap. We were allowed in the balcony of their church. Best I can tell they have no outside contact, but one of the two monks looked up and smiled as he was leaving. This their daily routine:
1 hour of the liturgical hours
45 min of lectio divina (Bible reading)
1.5 hours of personal prayer
1.5 hours of biblical and theological study
c. 2 hours for 2 daily meals and free time
4-5 hours of work
8 hours of sleep



On one of the "any left turns" we met this couple. The are making the pilgrimage from Venice to Santiago de Compostela in Spain. This a christian pilgrimage that dates back to medieval times to what legend says is the burial spot of Saint James. This couple had been on the road for 3 months and have 3 to go.



Wine, I love it. This machine, made Michigan at New Holland is replacing the grape pickers.  Of course, top in vineyard would never use one of these as they just strip the vine and are not selective. But what do I know.  I just drink cheap wine anyway.




But sometimes a man just needs a drink.



SLIDE SHOW 1

THOULE SUR MER 

 We left what Vicki called the “ko-ko house” which was not fair. Some times she is a little caustic. The owner had three little dogs and two adopted daughters who seemed a little challenged. She thought they were ko-ko because they went around all day calling the dogs. Now mind you this is a totally fenced in yard. We don't know if they were doing that to keep them from bothering us or if that is just what they do. I vote for the later, but the daughters and the dogs were ok. 



 We moved to the town of Thoule Sur Mer right on the Med.The apartment at Thoule is sitting a few hundred yards from the water of the Mediterranean  up the side of the hill. Prices get really cheap this time a year as the season is over and lots of stuff has already closed and by the end of October most of the restaurants and shops will be closed. The view is priceless. The hard part, for me, is when we go on a walk I have to drag my fat ass back up the mountain. The morning jaunt is not so bad, but the afternoon one is a killer.


 one of three balconies

 the view




 We roamed the coast from Nice to St. Tropez. The coast is beautiful and so is the weather. The hills come down to the water and the road is a small twisty two lane along it. The hills are red just like southwest Utah. Stunning in the morning and evening light. 







 this guys dogs head is purple

 these things, become upright and become kababs


SLIDE SHOW 2


 We saw major sail boat races, sat and drunk wine and coffee on the street and looked at the toys of the rich, the 1% and of the wealthy, the .01% of the 1%. Chris Rock defines the wealthy as “those that write the checks to the rich.” There are more yachts, mega-yachts, and mega-mega-yachts here than any place else in the world. Nice airport has more “heavy iron”, as we in the business call it, big Gulfstreams, Falcons, and Global Challengers setting around than any place I have ever been. There are dozens of these things. These shots are taken a many different marinas.




 fenders as big as cars

"cakewalk" you can rent it if you want. 281 feet long
http://www.my-cakewalk.com/
"Available For Charter In Non U.S. Waters Only"

interesting...almost all these rich people seem to live in george town in the cayman islands

This is the queen of Saudi Araba's boat. Unlike most people, she has had the same one for 37 years. Maybe because it is not worn out. She uses it once a year. This whole quay is rented by the Kingdom and has light security now, but major security one time a year. Thirty seven years ago this was a huge yacht. Today, not so much.



 Ok, here comes the soapbox speech. Some have read it before in other writings. Numerous of these yachts are owned by wealthy Americans but registered in foreign ports to avoid taxes and labor laws. Oddly, they are glad to comply with the stringent safety laws required by the insurance companies, they probably own. There are some true Americas, though few, that do register their boats in the U.S. My hero in this area was Jim Moran of car dealer and Toyota distributor fame. He proudly flew the U.S. Flag on all of his yachts, of which he owned over one hundred in his life time. He paid the money and said it was worth every penny because Americas had helped him buy these boats by trusting in his business's. To bad only a few Americans feel that way. I have lived in the “real” world outside of the United States and am glad to pay taxes. The anti-tax people to me are just like the stereo typical welfare people that they hate so much. They want something for free and from some wacko idea they have decided the “constitution” says it's their “right”. Kiss my ass. 

 Ok, that is over for now. I feel better. 



There was no internet in the apartment so we have spent 7 days basically free of the web. It was great as I tend to use it way to much to entertain me.

Now, on to the adventure part.