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Sunday, March 18, 2018

Lazy Sunday in France with Laurette Long

French Village Diaries #LazySundayinFrance Laurette Long
Lazy Sunday in France with Laurette Long

Welcome to another #LazySundayinFrance and today I am delighted to welcome author Laurette Long who is taking us to the Tarn and Toulouse for her lazy Sunday.

A LAZY SUNDAY IN THE TARN


French Village Diaries #LazySundayinFrance Laurette Long
Lazy Sunday in France Laurette Long

Off to a sybaritic start with coffee and tartines grillées heaped with our neighbour’s confiture de prunes à la menthe – a taste-bud treat. Then a lazy day in front of the fire with a pile of books. Within minutes I’ve travelled back to the Toulouse of 100 years ago, la ville rose, capital of Occitania.
As World War I comes to an end, one man is thinking about the future.

French Village Diaries #LazySundayinFrance Laurette Long
Cafés in Toulouse

Dusk was falling over the pink city as Pierre-Georges Latécoère stepped out into the immense square. La Place du Capitole, the heart of Toulouse, was busy at this hour. The cafes under the arcades were filling up with workers and shop girls stopping off for a glass of Lillet or Dubonnet before catching the tram back home. Children shrieked as they dodged between tables, excited chatter filled the air, bursts of laughter from couples strolling arm in arm on their way to the dance halls, and the new craze sweeping the country, the tango.
There was something in the air this spring evening, something uplifting and joyous like the fragrance of the Toulouse violets that Latécoère stopped to buy from the flower seller on the corner. A sense of hope, of optimism, the possibility of starting afresh. A chance, finally, to turn the page on the terrible years that had gone before.

Latécoère was the visionary industrialist who laid the cornerstone of French civil aviation with his ‘Lignes Latécoère’ (later the legendary ‘Aéropostale’). His dream was to open routes carrying the mail from Toulouse to Spain, from Spain across the Mediterranean to North Africa, and finally, the biggest challenge of all, across the mighty Atlantic from Dakar to South America. The bureaucrats declared him mad.

French Village Diaries #LazySundayinFrance Laurette Long
Hotel du Grand Balcon, Toulouse

In my imaginary account above, he’s on his way to a boarding house just off the square, l’Hôtel du Grand Balcon, today one of the city’s historic monuments.
It was here, in the 1920s and 1930s, that Latécoère’s young aviators had their lodgings, under the watchful eye of the three genteel Marquez sisters, whose job it was to make sure their intrepid young men were well fed, and, more importantly, got a good night’s sleep before taking to the skies in flimsy machines on missions so perilous that many never returned. Naturally, the intrepid young men, aware that each night may well be their last, persuaded the good sisters to organise impromptu dance evenings in the salon, waited for them to retire, then hoisted their demoiselles over one shoulder and carried them up the creaking staircase for a night of love while their hostesses pretended to slumber.

French Village Diaries #LazySundayinFrance Laurette Long
In the Hotel du Grand Balcon

Today in the hotel salon three enormous photographs dominate one wall. Jean Mermoz, Henri Guillaumet, and Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, three of the Ligne’s most famous aviators, one of whom would write a book which has sold more copies than any other apart from the Bible, Le Petit Prince. The three met in Toulouse, became life-long friends, sharing adventures and exploits which, like those of their American counterparts years later - Chuck Yeager, Gus Grissom, John Glenn - became the stuff of legends.

My few words about them today are simply an amuse-gueule, which I hope will whet the appetite of bookworms, history lovers, aviation buffs and Francophiles to find out more.

French Village Diaries #LazySundayinFrance Laurette Long
Room 32, Saint-Exupéry's desk

For those wanting to ‘push the envelope’ why not treat yourself to the out-of-body experience of a night in Saint-Exupéry’s former room? While the rest of the hotel has been renovated, Room 32 has been preserved dans son jus, as close as possible to how it looked when its famous occupant was in residence: the bed with its brass and iron headboard, the twenties furniture, the ancient fireplace with its black marble top. Step across the impressively creaking floorboards to sit at the writing desk by the window and imagine St-Ex himself looking at the same view, dreaming of the books he would write about his camarades and their extraordinary lives: Terre des Hommes, Vol de Nuit.

Vol de Nuit (Night Flight) describes unforgettably those terrible, lonely flights through the vast blackness of the South America night, where pilots braved the unforgiving peaks of the Andes, racing to deliver the mail between Buenos Aires and Patagonia, Chile and Paraguay, yearning for the dawn ‘like a beach of golden sand’.

This year, the 100th centenary of the founding of les Lignes Latécoère, is a time to remember this thrilling chapter in the history of aviation and the men who wrote it, visionaries and heroes.

Lazy Sunday in France for French Village Diaries ©LauretteLong2018

Merci, Jacqui, for inviting me to share a lazy Sunday with you and your readers.

Thank you, Laurette. For this weekend only Laurette’s first novel in the French Summer series, Biarritz Passion, is FREE on kindle. You can read my review of it here and find links to Amazon, and to follow Laurette on social media, below.



Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Mini Cooper Road Trip, Day Six to Rocamadour

French Village Diaries Mini Cooper road trip Tarn Gorges
View over River Tarn

Sleep came easy despite, or maybe because of, the thundering river outside the hotel that sounded like heavy rain and we awoke refreshed and ready for the day. Continuing our tradition of the last few mornings we enjoyed a pre-breakfast leg stretch, this time a yomp up the GR62E footpath to the Notre Dame du Rocher chapel that sits high above Meyrueis, before enjoying a coffee and croissant in the company of Gaspard the parrot who chatted away happily. Before setting off west to tackle the Tarn gorges we drove a circular 50km route from Meyrueis via Mont Aigoual as we had done three years ago. The scenery changed from dark and shady pine forests where the air was cool to flat open plaines with sunshine and fragrant yellow broom. The view was of craggy slopes of a sleeping ski station and rolling hills disappearing into the horizon.

French Village Diaries Mini Cooper road trip Tarn Gorges
Tarn Gorges

After morning coffee we crossed the impressive Tarn gorges where the ravines are almost a kilometre deep in places and where I felt very small. The rock colours had changed again to a sandy yellow and the verges were alive with Alpine type wild flowers in yellow, pink, white and purple. The other side of the river Tarn, on the high Causses we saw cereal crops again for the first time in a few days. By lunch time we had reached the river Lot once more and picnicked in the shady churchyard of Ste Eulalie d'Olt in the Aveyron, a quiet and almost forgotten gem of a Plus Beaux Village. The parking was free, the streets were quiet and we bought a delicious local goat cheese from the village epicerie for our lunch.


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Ste Eulalie d'Olt, a Plus Beaux Village

The afternoon was a hot drive through countryside where the houses were built with round pink stone, the fields contained grazing cattle or were market gardens with poly tunnels and brightly coloured rows of lettuces and the air smelt of freshly cut hay. As in Meyrueis, the houses were substantial with severe looking slate roofs. In the forty-five minutes it took to find a shady lay by to take a break in, our energy and sugar levels dropped, the outside temperature rose and the roof lines changed again to terracotta tiles. We were getting desperate, but eventually found somewhere to tuck into our patissiere from Meyrueis, called a Russe. Lots of layers of flaky pastry with raspberry jam and almond flakes that was perfection in every bite. We made it into Rocamadour l'Hospitalet ready to be wowed by our room with a view and jump into the hotel pool to cool off.



Sunday, April 27, 2014

Day two, Tarn et Garonne to the Aveyron

Day two dawned moist and damp, we are on holiday so I won't use the 'r(ain)' word, but a delicious breakfast set us up for the day and we set off east to Montauban and then found ourselves in Bruniquel for morning coffee. This is our third Plus Beaux Village de France in two days and although it would have looked better with yesterday's blue skies and sunshine it was still worth climbing the cobbles to the top of the hill.

French village Diaries Bruniquel Plus Beaux Villages de France
Bruniquel

The driving was Mini-fantastic, twists, turns, gorges, stunning scenery and best of all tunnels. For those of you who don't know, the only way to drive a Mini through a tunnel is to open the windows, drop into second gear and ROAR through like a dragon - and yes, it always puts a smile on our faces.

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Cordes-sur-ciel

The Gorges d'Aveyron led to the Gorges du Viaur and it's impressive viaduct. We left behind the low fruit orchards of yesterday with their fresh, green new leaves and climbed the high roads of the Parc Naturel Regional des Grands Causses and the Plateau du Levezou towards Millau. We saw blossom in the hedgerows and the Brebis milking sheep of Roquefort in the fields.

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Viaduct du Viaur

Because of the weather we were often up in the clouds, but rounding a bend and catching a distant view of the Millau viaduct, it's tips with their flashing lights just visible, poking out of the distant hills was superb.

Then, with a clatter and a clonk Gizmo stalled at a junction in the small village of St Beauzély and the holiday sparkle lost it's shine!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Day one, Deux Sevres to Tarn et Garonne

A week ago today we set off for what should have been an eight day blast around the south of France in our Mini Cooper. We were excited, optimistic and looking forward to visiting lots of lovely places (see here), however if you are a follower on Facebook you will know that things didn't go to plan. Here is part one of what turned out to be quite an adventure.

We set off in the sunshine which is worth a mention as despite the lovely weather we've had recently, blue skies and sunshine aren't normal weather for when Ade's parents are visiting. I hope it continues for us and them!

French Village Diaries France road trip 2014 Deux Sevres to Tarn et Garonne
Ready to go

Our morning route took us through the Cognac vineyards to Aubterre sur Drone, one of the Plus Beaux Villages de France, but sadly not one thoughtful enough to provide picnic tables for travellers, however being quick on our feet we snapped up the only bench to munch our baguettes. It is a very pretty village clinging to the hillside like many of its Provençal cousins, has a Romanesque church and a monolithic underground cave church (which we didn't get to visit this time) and has been on my wish list to visit for a while. Patisseries are always an important part of our road trips, but the choices in Aubterre were not great and we agreed we should have bought them from our boulangerie before leaving home (desolée Bernadette). 

Some of the funniest things we saw this morning was a lamb chasing a German Shepherd dog around a garden and some old supermarket trolley shelters being used for cow shelters in the fields. (Little did we know then that we would soon find our own original use for a trolley shelter.)

French Village Diaries France road trip 2014  Aubterre sur Drone Poitou-Charentes
Aubterre sur Drone

Having driven through clouds in the Dordogne the sun came out again as we left the Bergerac ring road and found ourselves in rolling vineyards with hilltop chateaux and plum orchards. A sight that made it really feel like we were on holiday. We then drove into the Lot et Garonne and Bastide country, there are over 350 fortified hilltop towns in the south west of France, and Montflaquin provided a great place for our afternoon patisserie with a view. We were joined by lots of swallowtail butterflies enjoying the sweet chestnut blossom and sunshine. All was well with our world!

French Village Diaries France road trip 2014 Lot et Garonne
Afternoon tea with a view

We drove a total of 350km today and took no wrong turns, although we did manage to bypass Riberac so only glimpsed what looked to be a lovely church from the distance. Our rest for the night was not far from the banks of the Garonne river at Douce France, a B&B with friendly hosts, a welcome beer in the sun and a covered pool. Thankfully we swam plenty of lengths before walking just over a kilometre to dinner as the pizzas were HUGE. The restaurant also had a very friendly cat who was well behaved until she jumped onto the table.

We were a mixed group at Douce France; a Belgian/Irish couple, a Franco/Italian couple and us all conversing in French (as best we could). Thanks to Fred and David for making us so welcome.

French Village Diaries France road trip 2014 Deux Sevres to Tarn et Garonne
The Pizza Cat 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Book review of Tales From The Hilltop by Tony Lewis


French Village Diaries Book Review Tales From The Hilltop by Tony Lewis France Tarn Cycling Walking HolidaysTales from the Hilltop by Tony Lewis is a memoir set in France, but with a bit of a difference. It isn’t a ‘we followed our dream and moved to France’ memoir, neither is it a ‘we took off on a big cycling/walking adventure in France’ memoir. It is the account of Tony and his wife Ludmilla’s summer spent in Cordes-sur-Ciel in the Tarn, where they worked very hard to ensure others had the walking/cycling holidays of their dreams. As a lover of all things French and especially cycling and walking in France this book called out to me as soon as I saw it and reading it didn’t disappoint.

During the holiday season Tony and Ludmilla did countless airport runs and drove hundreds of kilometres moving bags; they cleaned bikes, repaired bikes and always had a smile for the hoteliers and holidaymakers. They also had the odd disaster to deal with in their rented accommodation, regularly visited their elderly landlords in the local retirement home and became part of the local community. Over the summer they got to know the local area and Tony shares some of the history of the Tarn and it’s many bastide towns along with plenty of funny snippets of life behind the scenes in the holiday industry. I was fascinated by the insights into how these types of holidays work – you move from hotel to hotel by bike/on foot, following a given route and your bags magically find their way from one location to the next without you having to lift a finger. If I ever get to go a holiday like this I want Tony and Ludmilla to be my 'bag shufflers'.

The thing that really comes across is the love for the area they find themselves working in, and I know I’m not the only one who thought this. I have heard from other readers who have said how they now HAVE to visit the Tarn and the places Tony describes so well. We glanced in on this area in 2010 on one of our road trips in the Mini Cooper, but somehow managed to miss Cordes-sur-Ciel by about 50kms. Thanks to Tony this will be rectified on a future trip and we may also take our bikes with us. I should warn you that if you read this you too will want to see and experience the Tarn for yourself, but even if you can’t get there for a real holiday, this book will give you a mini-break to remember.

Available in ebook and paperback, links to Amazon.co.uk below.