Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Three signs that you're not in Kansas any more...

There are a number of ways of telling that you have arrived in France (in this particular case, Paris).

One is that signs get translated into a particular form of mangled english that is different to
 The second is the level of openness insisted on by official regulations. To save their blushes we will not tell you on which world famous restaurant's door this sign was posted. It can happen to anybody.
 The third is that you continually get photo bombed by a brown thing.
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A la cuisine hier: Tarte Paysanne, substituting mushrooms for zucchini for a more seasonal topping -- Susan.
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Au jardin hier: I moved a bird nest box so the grape vine will shelter it, then I tied up and pruned the vine. I sowed peas and broad beans. None of my previous peas came up, but I should have better luck with these. The broad beans were from a reputable brand of seed merchants but many of the seeds had been attacked by beetles. I will be interested to see how many come up. I've never bought a packet of seeds in that condition before.

Alex came over and made new gates and trimmed the hedge.

Monday, 16 February 2015

La Maison d'Ourscamp

The Bastille area, where we've taken to staying in Paris, is just a short walk from the Marais district. On a previous visit to the capital we discovered a house that had a flyer on the window saying it was the headquarters of the Association pour la Sauvegarde et la Mise en valeur du Paris historique (the Association for the Safeguarding and Promotion of historic Paris). The notice said the place was open to the public and you could visit the medieval cellars. We were intrigued but never managed to walk past when it was open.

13th century ribbed vaulting in the cellar.
This last trip to Paris we succeeded in getting in the building and got to explore it from top to bottom with one of the Association's volunteers, who gave us a personalised tour. We were thrilled.

The cellar, used as a storehouse for monastic produce to be sold for profit.
The house was once owned by one of the great Cistercian abbeys, Ourscamp in northern France. Like all the great abbeys Ourscamp harvested a surplus from their crops, which they sold on a commercial basis and hence became phenomenally wealthy. The abbeys built town houses in Paris which served as pied a terres for the travelling priesthood, and perhaps more importantly, as storehouses for their produce. Paris was where you got the best prices for everything and la maison d'Ourscamp is not the only example of this type of town house in the Marais. The Maison d'Ourscamp is in rue Francois Miron, but in the same street and just around the corner there are the remains of at least three more monastic town houses and warehouses.

The upper floors are serviced by a 17th century staircase, acquired from another building and installed by the volunteers in the late 1990s. It matches a staircase that was too far gone to restore.
The original house was given to the abbey in 1248 and they subsequently built something more grand on the site in 1267. The house saw some political intrigue in the summer of 1358, when a senior public servant who had taken refuge there was assassinated. By the end of the 14th century the monks were increasingly taking advantage of the growth of a secular bourgeoisie and renting more and more space in the building out as apartments. By the end of the 15th the building was entirely rented out to merchants and artisans. The monks were in financial difficulties by this time and finally half the building was sold to a draper in 1499.

In 1585 the house and surrounding buildings were remodelled and the big house, including the cellar, divided into three. This division is still reflected in the street numbering today. In the 17th and 18th century it was still all occupied by artisan tenants -- drapers, goldsmiths, clock makers, coach hire offices, perfumers, wig makers and mercers. During this period the mullions were removed from the windows, dormers added to the roof, the frame of the building altered and openings punched into the cellar vaults. In 1740 a great courtyard door was added and the ground floor level raised.

With the Revolution the abbey of Ourscamp was seized, along with all its remaining property, including the house in rue Francois Miron. The new owner was a fur merchant, and on his death his daughter let the place to a pair of furniture makers. In 1836 the owner was a widow who divided the building into 28 apartments and a shop. Two years later a school was constructed on the block which includes the Maison d'Ourscamp, resulting the demolition of virtually all traces of monastic buildings except for the former Ourscamp building.

By 1941 the whole area had been condemned as unfit for human habitation and the local authority planned to demolish the whole lot. After the liberation of the city at the end of the Second World War protests finally brought the demolitions project to a halt and a plan to safeguard the Marais was produced.

In 1961 the volunteers who would shortly found the Association pour la Sauvegarde et la Mise en valeur du Paris historique started agitating and were ultimately able to acquire the Maison d'Ourscamp from the city for a peppercorn rent. The deal included an assurance that the volunteers would take on the cost of restoration. They got to work with a will, taking thousands of photographs and producing archaelogical and architectural surveys. Later in the decade the first of the urban heritage laws were introduced, ensuring that the building and its surrounds would be protected.

Volunteers worked on the house until 1970. Two thousand tonnes of rubble was removed from the building. Sixty tonnes of that was from gothic cellar, with the work greatly hampered by the narrowness and steepness of the staircase. Then they tackled the roof repairs and demolished a chimney stack that was threatening to fall. The walls that divided the house into three in the 16th century were removed.

The building wasn't listed as a historic monument until 1966, and the work continues today much more slowly and as funds allow. The Association relies entirely on donations, volunteers and the occasional small grant. If you get the chance go and visit them. You will get a warm welcome and it's a chance to see some very high quality medieval architecture. The cellar is amazing and so are the jakes which hang over the small internal courtyard (and have been converted into the modern visitor toilets).
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A la cuisine hier: Deconstructed Shepherds Pie -- that is to say, I took a tray of Simon's savoury mince and a plastic box of mashed potato out of the freezer, heated them up in the microwave and served them.

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Here and There: Bakeries

 Above, the bakery in the small town in Australia where I grew up. 
Below, the boulangerie pâtisserie in Preuilly.
To read our post about the history of boulangeries and bread in France click here.
To read our post about parking right outside the bakery in France, even if it is a no parking zone, click here.
To read our post about the typical calico bread bag that is used by many in France click here.
For more pictures of the boulangerie, including an interior click here.
For a post about French Christmas cakes from the pâtisserie click here.
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A la cuisine hier: I made a bean and red pepper taco filling, but used it to fill little triangles of brick. Crispy and spicy.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

15th Century Illuminated Love Songs


Click on the link above to access an illuminated heart-shaped book of 15th century French and Italian love songs. The link opens on the first illustrated page of the book. The book is 149 pages long and every page has different illusrations. The book has recently been scanned and released online by the French National Library, who hold the original in their collection.

If you are interested in French history from any period it is well worth subscribing to the Bibliotheque Nationale's online newsletter, or checking out their site from time to time to see what's new.
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Sculpture Exhibition in Loches: There is a fantastic sculpture exhibition in Loches until 15 March at the Logis Royal. All the sculptures come from the Touraine and cover the history of sculpture in the area since before Roman times. My friend Gérard very kindly gave me a copy of the catalogue, so if anyone in the area is planning to go to the exhibition and wants to borrow it, please get in touch.
He also passed on some exciting news about one of the sculptures. It seems the SAP is negotiating to acquire one which has been living for a while in the stores of the Musée des Beaux Arts de Paris. The sculptor was Preuillaicien and the SAP already own two pieces of his which are currently at the exhibition. We are having a meeting on Friday to discuss how to rearrange the display in the museum to accommodate this new work. More details will be revealed later.
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A la cuisine hier: I had some blanched cabbaged leaves in the freezer which I kept looking at and thinking I must use. Then Ken posted about making stuffed cabbage leaves and that settled it. Or more precisely, Simon read Ken's post and suggested I buy a cabbage. That goes to show how tempting Ken's posts on food are -- I've never known Simon to request cabbage unless it's sauerkraut before.

Friday, 13 February 2015

Australian Embassy Paris

One of our goals on our recent Paris trip was to renew my Australian passport. To do this I had to go in person, armed with my old passport, the application form for the new passport and suitable photos. I was a bit worried about the photos as the Australian embassy site itself says that the spec for French passport photos is different to Australian. I was worried that a French ID photo booth would produce something that would be rejected. However, I need not have been concerned. The photos passed without a problem. Fortunately there is some overlap in the sizes, so photos at the maximum end of the French spec are at the minimum end of the Australian spec.

What I didn't have was a prepaid self-addressed envelope for them to post the passport back to me, so we dashed off to the nearest post office and bought a suitable envelope which I then dropped off at the relevant office in the embassy.

I'd never been to the Australian embassy in Paris before. In fact I didn't even know where it was and don't recall ever having walked past it even (although I suspect I have at least once). I was surprised to discover that it is almost next door to the Eiffel Tower.
The passport cost me €176 and arrived in the post the day after we got home, so it took about a week.

One of the things I discussed with the embassy staffer who dealt with me was registering online as an Australian in France. In all the time we've lived outside of Australia we've never bothered to do so, but I can see why we should. In these uncertain times it might be helpful if the embassy knows of our existance.
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Mammogram: Yesterday I went for my bi-annual mammogram at the radiographers in Loches. No problems showed up but the X-rays will be sent to Tours for a second opinion. The small circular spot that was there last time and meant I had to have a check up three months later is still there but unchanged. The doctor who dealt with me asked if I understood French and looked deeply (almost comically) relieved when I responded that I would be able to understand most things he said to me in French, and would let him know if something was unclear.
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A la cuisine hier:  Pork chop braised in red wine, mash, carrots and peas, followed by a slice of tarte fine caramélisée aux pommes.

Thursday, 12 February 2015

Retromobile 2015

February is Retromobile month for us - our annual pilgrimage to Paris to look at old cars, meet up with car club people, have a coupe d'honneur and discuss how to make 1950s Traction Avants viable for a 21st century business. It isn't all chat though. In fact, most of the time it is wandering around, looking at cars we would like to own (or rather, wish we could afford) and marvelling at that part of a Venn diagram where art meets function.

The car of the year (or at least the car celebrating a significant birthday) was the Renault 16, now 50 years old. I wonder if those people who owned one in Australia in the 1970s realised they were driving a future museum piece?
One of our favorite cars was this 1924 Delage, with its 200hp V8 engine and flame spitting open exhausts. If I am really good this year, can I have one for Christmas?
 I showed the Alpha Romeo Giulietta spider Bertone yesterday, but it is worth getting
another angle on it.
And finally for today, an overview. This will give you some idea of how big the show is.
There didn't appear to be quite so many interwar super stylish coupes this year, and there was far too many Porche 911s for my tastes. To my mind one is enough. Having said that, though, it's still a good way to spend a winter's day, and dream...

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

We've been doing Culture and Stuff

The past week we have been in Paris, staying in a rather nice apartment near the Bastille. We travelled to and from Paris by TGV from Saint Pierre des Corps. It's a bit of an odd time to take an annual holiday, but it does get us out the house at a time of year where not moving from in front of the fire is always an option.

We visited 4 museums and Retromobile, did some shopping, and tried not to look too much like  yokels or foreigners. I don't know how convincing we were, but after 6 years in France Paris is starting to feel like our big city rather than a place to amaze about.

Until we get our thoughts together and write properly about what we did, some photos (on a transport theme).

The metro. I like the metro a lot. This photo shows the benefits of being able to stand really still...

An altogether more stylish form of Transport - a 1955 Alpha Romeo Giulietta spider Bertone. Posssibly the prettiest car at Retromobile

A vending maching for bicycle inner tubes, seen on Boulevard Richard Lenoir


Tuesday, 10 February 2015

We were going to show you these...

...but never quite knew how!

The first photo should be self explanatory.  Who wouldn't take this photo? (Susan, actually - she had to be told "Quick - photo!!")

The second photo I like without knowing why. No story behind it - I was sitting in a bar waiting for clients (having a post lunch coffee, if you must know...)

The third photo is of a set of suitcases specially shaped to fit in the boot (or trunk, if you must) of a Traction Avant. They are not mine, but I covet them.


We take many photos that seem interesting at the time, but  never show anyone. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps I should just show them for what they are, rather than try weave them into a narrative.

Monday, 9 February 2015

Things we never said, part 6

We wrote about our visit to Poitiers (here, here, and here) after my opthalmic adventure, but didn't mention the ampitheatre.

For location, google maps (and the street names) hold the key.

What is brilliant is how the roman remains have been incorporated and woven into the fabric of everyday life. What is less brilliant is how much more survived until relatively recently: parts of the structure were demolished in the 17th, 18th and 19th century. Although to be fair the Wisigoths (love it!) also had something to do with it a bit earlier


We are always pleasantly surprise by Poitiers, but we actually visit very rarely - there is a 3 year gap between photos. When we first bought the house it's somewhere we thought we would be visiting often, but real life has turned out different.

As usual.

Sunday, 8 February 2015

Here and There: Fire and Rescue Services

Above, the Fire and Rescue Services headquarters in the small Australian town where I grew up.All the personnel are volunteers and Australia wide the service is made up of one third professionals, two thirds volunteers. In Australia this is the lead emergency service. Their main work is with fire, flood and car accidents, but they can be involved in any disaster involving physical danger to the general public.

Below, the equivalent in Preuilly, known as the sapeurs pompiers. All the personnel are volunteers and France wide the service is made up of 50% professionals, 50% volunteers. The pompiers are popular heroes in France, with collectable action hero figurines available. Young French people can join the 'jeunes pompiers' as volunteers in their teens and get to train in search and rescue (which includes driving the fire engine...). Every November a pompier will knock at our door as part of their fundraising drive. The pompiers role is much the same as their Australian equivalents, but they are not the lead emergency service in France, the SAMU (a specialist emergency medical organisation) are.

To read our post on a pompiers training exercise in our street, click here.
To read our post about the pompiers training on the river click here.

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Roman Around Tours

You wouldn't know to look at it now, but under the very ordinary 1990s plaza in front of Tours Cathedral are some amazing Roman bits.

Why they have been reburied I don't know - although I guess it has to do with preservation. Why they had to be reburied under something quite so anodyne is a complete mystery.

If you want to go looking, there are some Gallo-Roman excavations still visible in Tours near Place Plumereau. In addition, the ampitheatre and roman walls are still more or less visible on the ground, and a number of very early christian churches still contain roman elements. Wikipedia is extremely good for details, even if finding the entries is a bit hit and miss.

The one I am waiting for are the pilings of the Roman bridge across the Loire which are still visible when the water is low. Roll on a dry summer.

The top photo is one I found online ages ago of the excavations in 1996. If it is your photo, please contact us so I can properly attribute it.

Friday, 6 February 2015

Now and Then: the Dining Room

I was looking for a photo before Christmas, can't remember which one (or why).

However, the photo which caught my eye was this one, taken in Novermber 2010. To be honest I was a bit shocked by the conditions in which we were living.


You can imagine how much brighter I felt when I saw this photo of the same space taken just 13 months later



Thursday, 5 February 2015

Things We Never Said: Fermentation

We should have known, because it makes sense...

Grape juice bubbles as the yeast turns sugar into alcohol. Although we spend quite a bit of time visiting winemakers we had never seen it until last year, but it is now one of my favorite chemical reactions. It's true that the video isn't the best quality, but wine caves are dark places.
Simon

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Catching the Train to Josselin

One of the ceramic panels in Tours station shows Josselin - somewhere I had never heard of.

It looks nice, though, and if it didn't take the most part of a lifetime to get there by train I might even consider visiting. The chateau's appearance hasn't changed since the panel was created.

Simon

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Reporting from behind Enemy Lines

I don't often write blog posts, but I really feel motivated to write this.

Some you unfortunate enough to have been exposed to Fox News over the last few weeks or so will have read about the "750 NO-GO ZONES" (their shouting, not mine) in France. These zones are where French law has been suspended in favour of Sharia Law, and non-Muslims just don't go. It's a secret though - they haven't told anyone about it.

We know about these no-go zones because the French Government stupidly put a list of them on the internet, and proceeded to hide it where everyone could see it: http://sig.ville.gouv.fr/atlas/ZUS/ . Even more stupidly, they put it where Google can find it on the first page of searches.

So in the interests of bringing some excitement into your lives (I know, but please, not TOO much adoration for my valour) I thought I would blog from inside a No-Go Zone. I chose this one:
As you can see from my photos, it's a scary place. Note the church. Presumably it's a muslim roman catholic church.
So what is the truth?

The so called "no-go zones" list is a 20 year old list of urban areas drawn up by the French government as a prelude to a series of extremely large urban regeneration plans. The zones are called "ZUS" (zone urbaine sensible) and the list was reached by taking into account population, employment rates, income levels and crime.

Many of these areas have now been regenerated, but some are still troubled. However, you will not be attacked for being a non-muslim if you accidentally stray into one that has not been regenerated. At least one of the zones has a large Jewish population (the 19th in Paris), another has a Catholic Cathedral (St Denis, north of Paris). Another has a large Chinese, Hindu and gay population (Belleville, 20th Arr Paris). Quite a few of the zones are student campuses, because it apparently didn't occur to the list makers that many university students have low incomes (Tours, Chateauroux are two I know of). Susan regularly does our supermarket shopping and our opthalmologist and Susan's gyno is in another (Chatellerault).
It is also not true that French law doesn't apply in the ZUS. The ZUS we visit most often (2 or 3 times a week) has a police station and a fire station. It is also a major rail exchange and has a thriving theatre scene. The local museum has excellent exhibitions, and they hold an annual arts festival which attracts thousands of people.

It is difficult to know how many Muslims there are in these areas, as it is against the law for the government to ask about religion. The only ZUS we know well has 2 catholic churches, and in the next suburb a mosque. I assume therefore, that the religious lines are split similarly, with about 25% of the locals who practice a faith being Muslim. The commonly quoted figure is that 50% of French people, when asked in surveys, claim to be atheist.
So there you go. We would like everyone to visit your local no-go zone and report back.

Fox news? Bah.

Simon

Monday, 2 February 2015

Past and Present: the Tailors

 This house in rue d'horloge in Preuilly is owned by friends of ours. Old Madame L, who is in her 80s, told me she came to Preuilly as a young bride and seamstress, having married Monsieur L, a tailor. Neither were originally from Preuilly. They lived all their married life in this building, above the shop. What their connection to the people in the photo above would be I am not sure. I suspect old Monsieur L came to work at the business, which remained a tailors through a succession of owners. Monsieur L in his turn then took over or bought the business. Upstairs in the house there are old tailors drawings stuck to the walls.
Roger Lezeau, a local historian writing of his memories of Preuilly in the 1920s when he was a small boy says this of the occupants of the two premises in the photos:

Dugue senior belonged to a highly regarded family of cutlers from Preuilly, along with Cormier and Lucaire-Lieutard. His shop was on the first floor, on the landing for the bedroom. He had a secret technique for tempering the blades which was considered a bit magical and remarkable. He lived to a very great age, always using his pile of fire wood stored at the entrance to l'Ane-qui-butte with extreme economy, saying he was being careful to be prepared for his old age.

The tailor [next door] Mispoulié seems to have come to Preuilly to get married and thereby gain a place here. He was of distiguished appearance, being shaved at Brunet's twice a week. While waiting his turn he would say 'What we need is a king' which was not the best means of being accepted by his neighbours on the bench, who would all have a week's worth of stubble. He was nevertheless respected because he would regularly go up to Paris to serve his clients at Passy. The exercise was necessary because his prices were too high for the country folk.

He had a mare called Jaquette. Under the pretext of going to give her a tonic and to escape his wife and daughter he would meet some friends for a few apparently irrestible glasses of white wine before lunch and dinner.

Sunday, 1 February 2015

Here and There: Newsagents

 Above, the newsagent in the small Australian town where I grew up. 
Below, its equivalent in Preuilly.

Saturday, 31 January 2015

Wallaroo

 A Euro lurking about in the scrub.

Wallaroos are macropods of a size between kangaroos and wallabies. The outback sub-species is known as the Euro.

Tracks made by Euros who have come down to a pool of water to drink. You can see the three types of tracks a slow moving macropod makes -- the imprint of the tail as it scrapes along the ground, the long toes of the hind feet and the tiny claw prints of the hands.
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Blogging Pause: Blogging may be a bit erratic over the next couple of weeks. We are recovering from a flu-like virus and are rather busy at the moment so blogging will depend on time, motivation and ones we prepared earlier -- all of which could be at a low ebb for a while.
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Au jardin hier: Yesterday the roofer François Galland and his foreman Yannick called at the house. Our neighbour has contracted them to sort out the chimney at the front of their house (hoorah! it has been dangerous for years...). They asked if we could move the pots in the front courtyard so they can have access to the chimney. I agreed happily, as the pots are due for a revision, so it's no real inconvenience to move them to one side. I did all the small pots and they will come and move the big ones on Monday when they start work.

Friday, 30 January 2015

Dingo

 A beautiful dingo in the wild at Ellery Big Hole. 

Dingoes Canus lupus dingo are a separate sub-species of wolf Canis lupus lupus, and not descended from domestic dogs Canus lupus familiaris that went feral several thousand years ago. They can interbreed with domestic or feral dogs though and not all wild dogs in Australia are purebred dingoes. The one in the photo above is a fairly typical looking dingo, with characteristic ginger coat and white socks, but you do sometimes see black and tan ones. They don't generally bark, but if you are in the outback it is not uncommon to hear them howling at night. This one was clearly a little bit habituated to people, but hopefully was not being fed by campers in the area. That leads to them becoming a nuisance, with no fear of humans, and they have to be removed.

Dingo tracks in the sand.

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Ellery Big Hole

Ellery Big Hole is the name of a waterhole not that far from Alice Springs. It's a popular wild swimming destination. This photo is taken from the path to the waterhole, which is just visible as lush vegetation mid-left.