Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Les Reflets



Conduissent en Europe/Driving in Europe
I was surprised how easily I adapted to driving in Europe, especially with a vehicle much larger than I normally drive.  Once I got used to its size I stopped scaring Bev by driving to too close to the kerb or more commonly parked cars. 

The Italian drivers were remarkably polite for the most part.  Occasionally someone would do something slightly dangerous but generally they were more predictable than New Zealand drivers and seemed less angry.  The major exception was in Turin where horn parping seemed to be mandatory despite the fact that it had nil impact on the flow of the traffic.

The country roads and some around the towns we went into were in a very poor state, perhaps reflecting a country that is broke with no money to spend on the infrastructure.  There were potholes everywhere and broken tarmac.  While the autostrada was better than the French autoroutes, they were not as smooth and seemed to have had little money expended on them.  One thing the Italians do very well is tunnels. It seemed that if there was a hill to go through they would.  I have never been through as many tunnels as we did on the Italian side of the Alps.  In contrast the French seemed to avoid creating a tunnel unless they really had to.  The French roads were in good repair  - even the smallest country roads. 

Les contrastes de richesses/Contrasts in wealth
There was a marked contrast in wealth between the three countries we visited.  In both Switzerland and France there was evidence of public infrastructure expenditure while generally Italy there seemed to be little.  The country roads in Italy for instance were full of potholes or the tarmac was breaking up.    Turin in particular seemed grimy with graffiti everywhere despite the magnificent buildings that I would have thought would be respected and if not the buildings cleaned up.

Switzerland is very wealthy and it is really apparent in terms the quality of the trains, the general pride that the population seems to have in the environment and the great infrastructure.  The railway system seemed to me be superb – frequent and fast. 

Les deux visages de France/The two faces of France
As a visitor to France I have a very positive view of the French people.  They are generally polite and helpful.  For instance, on one occasion when I was reading a map in order to orientate myself , a  man who overheard my discussion with Bev, asked if he could help (in English).  It was much appreciated despite the fact I did not need his assistance. 

So it was interesting to get a view from our Saumur hosts, Colin and Myriam, who live in France but originate from other countries. They told us that despite living there for years they are still treated as outsiders.  Colin is fluent in French having studied there and has his own business.   They told us how difficult it is for any immigrants to be part of the French society.  You not only have to speak French fluently but you also have to have the correct accent to be considered truly French. They said that it was no wonder some of the immigrants feel so angry and alienated from the society general.  They said there does not seem to be a way being both French and keeping your heritage in a meaningful way.  You are either French or you are not.  They were very passionate about the state of affairs. They also talked about the inefficient bureaucracy, the indulgent social security system and the high unemployment amongst the youth with the impending problems that it is going to bring.  Dany (our host in Sancerre), who is French, spoke about immigrants and was clearly intolerant of the cultural differences.  It was not in overtly racist manner rather an inability to comprehend how people might think differently to the French.  It was very odd from my point of view.

Both also talked about a medical system which is very good but with medical personnel who are more impersonal; they don’t discuss what they are going to do or get permission to do things that are potentially intrusive. 

The social security system is very generous.  If you are made redundant or lose your job you receive payment that is equivalent to the salary you had whether you earned the minimum wage or were a big earner – you got what you had been getting when employed.  Retirement benefits are generous.  They said that drivers on the trains retire at 50 despite there being no physical reason as to why. This is based as far as they could tell on an historical precedent when driving trains was very physically demanding and by 50 you were likely to be physically spent. 

Despite this they said there was a way of life that was good. 

Vin et la nourriture/Wine and Food
I hope I speak for Bev, that some of the best things have been the food, the wine and the cycling.   Piemonte was a complete surprise to me.  The food was delicious and the wine so much better than I expected.  It is very different to New Zealand and Australian wine and really made to drink with food.  Andrea said that we would be hard-pressed to find a really bad wine from Piemonte and I have to say whether the wine was five euro or 10 euro it was well made and great to drink.  The more expensive wine was just a bit more complex and interesting to drink. 

In France we tried wines from three different regions; Savoie which was ok but nothing great, Burgundy which are more savoury.  I really got to like the pinot noir from Savigny – a complete surprise, and it was a bit cheaper than the more illustrious wines from the Côtes de Nuits.  We tried quite a few Loire wines – Sauvignon Blanc from Sancerre which were so different to the New Zealand model.  Some are fresh and very acid with not much fruit interest but the better ones we had from Henri Bourgois were five and six years old and had a different sort of fruit interest.  Even the Pinot Noir from him was ok, I thought the Clos Henri from NZ at the same price was better.  We tried both Chenin Blanc and Cabernet Franc from the Anjou which is where Saumur is located.  We really liked it.  I have not drunk a lot of either but each was superb and reasonably priced. 

Bev and I really enjoyed the cheese.  Both the Italian and French cheeses were very tasty.  The highlight on the cheese front for me was an Italian soft blue that we got in Zurich.  Another one I really enjoyed was Beaufort which we got in Saumur.  But overall they were much better than the cheeses we get in New Zealand.  I think New Zealand cheese makers try to make too many different kinds rather than perfecting a regional cheese that reflects what the French would call terroir.  The French and Italian cheese are about half the price we pay in New Zealand for them and even when exchange rates are taken into account even our average cheese is more expensive than there counterparts in France.

Faire du velo/Cycling
I really enjoyed the cycling.  It felt safe to ride on the roads in France.  Drivers were generally patient and courteous which is very different to New Zealand and Australia.  While there are lots of cars around there are also lots of cyclists of all ages riding bikes of all types.  Around the areas we were, we saw lots of commuter bikes.  In Paris cyclists are much better catered for than when I was last there.  Cycleways and cycle lanes are everywhere!  The cycling was quite easy compared to Wellington but if you are inland a bit from the Loire you could expect to do a bit of climbing and descending.  It was not as flat as I expected. 

The question I always ask myself is whether we did we do all that we wanted to do.  I don’t think we could have done much more.  It was both relaxing and exhilarating.  I loved being faced with the day to day problems which arise when in a new country and finding that by and large they could generally be resolved.  There are a few things we would have liked to have squeezed in such as going to the Palais de Versailles and to spending more time at Chateau de Chenonceau. 

Le fin
Finally, it seems more expensive than when we were last there despite the claims of deflation occurring.  In France some things were about the same price on an exchange rate basis and some things were the same price but once converted from Euro to NZ dollars made them about 40% more expensive. Eating out was quite expensive – with mains about 10-20% more expensive. 

Le retour/The return

We had a very long return home, 36 hours of travel.  Paris to Wellington for me and Paris to Sydney for Bev.  We took the Eurostar to London and then it was the Picadilly Line to Heathrow.  It was relatively easy to get from where we were staying to Gare du Nord.  Pierre suggested walking to Place de Clichy and taking the Metro from there to the Gare du Nord. It gave us plenty of exercise, and I got to carry heavy bags up and down steps. At one point I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea as commuters streamed and then parted ways around me.

We went Premium Economy to LA and it was an uneventful flight which took us over Greenland and Eastern Canada.  At the latitudes we were flying we could see sea ice, melting glaciers and ice still on Hudson Bay and some of the other northern Ontario lakes.

It was a good opportunity to write some of my blog but it all came to an end when the battery almost failed and then the adapter would not charge it up.  It had been due for replacement but it was clearly munted and I replaced it at LA airport.  Same price there as in New Zealand.  I have a MacAir and Apple do charge excessively for a part that must only cost a few dollars thus providing them with a horrendous profit margin. 

We were in Business Class for the final leg (thanks to some airpoints) which meant being able to lie down and sleep.  Despite that I still only managed 6 hours which was nice.

Next door to me was a 12 year old girl who was travelling with her parents.  She was missing her birthday as she lost a day going over the dateline.  However, the crew made a lovely fuss of her, giving a little ice-cream cake without candles of course and singing happy birthday to her.  We got a nice glass  of champagne.  Even early in the morning it is good. 

It was nice getting back to Wellington.  It was picture perfect when we came in and the thing I really noticed was the landscape.  The words describe this city that sits on the hills surrounded by sea fail me.  The clarity in the early morning light was brilliant and I felt very fortunate to live in a safe and beautiful place very far away from issues that are confronting Europe at the moment.

Sunday, 22 May 2016

Les vacances finissent presque/The holiday is amost ove



Tuesday arrived and with it the final part of our holiday, apart from the journey home. 

It was a nice start to yet another nice day on the Loire.  The sun was shining and we walked the nearly 2 kilometres to the railway station.  It was a nice walk as it was over two bridges – there is an island in the centre of the Loire where part of Saumur is built.

We travelled TER to Angers and then had a wait of an hour before the TGV took us to Paris.  Our instructions to get from Gare Montparnasse were very good although getting on the metro train was a bit of challenge as it was very full even in the middle of the afternoon.

Our room, which we thought we were getting, turned out much to our delight to be an apartment in a 1930s building that had been recently renovated.  The lift to the 7th floor was very tiny and I had to send Bev up first as only her and the bag could fit in and even that was a tight squeeze.  It was very intimate in the lift when the two of us were in it. It’s good that we like each other!

Pierre was a lovely warm, gentle man who was really helpful and had done some research for us about places of interest ahead of time.  He is in the 17th arrondissement, just off Avenue de Clichy.  It is not one I have stayed in before and it is a place where there didn’t appear to be many tourists.  The 17th is next to Montmartre which most people know as the place where the Moulin Rouge and Sacre

Coeur are.  

Palais du Luxembourg
We had decided on having a nice meal out on Tuesday night and then hopefully going early to a  jazz club the next night.  After a bit of research I found a recommended restaurant called Bistro des Dames which was a hundred metres  or so from where we were staying.  We also looked up a few jazz places to go to the following evening. 

In Jardin du Luxembourg
I booked at Bistro des Dames for 8pm which surprised Bev as we had gone out earlier but perhaps we were getting into the European way of having later meals. 

It was a good choice.  The food was based on fresh products and the menu was not extensive.  We shared a starter of goat’s cheese and artichoke.  It was not something I would have thought of putting together but it worked really well. The artichoke gave texture and some flavour but the predominant taste came from the cheese.  I had wanted a pork dish but it was no longer on offer so I had salmon instead.  It was well done, although being slightly picky I think it was slightly overcooked.  Ideally It would have been done about two minutes less.  Bev had the lamb shank and it was simply superb.  They are known for their stews.  The dessert was brilliant also. We shared a chocolate fondant and that was done to perfection. When broke into it with our spoons the chocolate oozed out of the sponge – yum. We had a bottle of organic wine from the Loire and I had thought it was 22 but when we got the bill it was 32.  The writing was so small and it was dark so I could not read it well, however the wine was superb and went well with the meal. It was well worth it.
Boules anyone

For our last full day in Paris we had intended visiting the Palais de Versailles but we cancelled that plan as it may have been dodgy getting there.  There was partial strike on the RER (local railway system). Instead our day was spent going to the Jardin du Luxembourg, walking through the Latin Quarter, Le Marais and Place des Vosges before getting off our feet for a coffee and a less than satisfying but expensive lunch.  On the way to the Bastille Bev popped into yet another bag shop in another attempt to find the elusive perfect bag.  She found some that she liked but alas they had a major design fault and would not meet her needs.  It caused me some amusement which was not appreciated.
The Seine with Notre Dame in the background

We walked from there past the Centre Pompidou which is a very interesting piece of architecture and a major art gallery in the centre of Paris.  Then we did some wandering around the streets of the 1st arrondissement coming across the Palais Royal which has amongst other things a theatre in it but the most noteworthy feature was the park around which it was built.  It was raining by then and I thought that the perfect bag might be available for purchase at Galeries Lafayette.  Galeries Lafayette is a Grand Magasin (a department store like Kirkaldies in Wellington or David Jones in Sydney but on a far larger scale).  Unfortunately, while there were some stunning bags most of them were designer labels with mouth-watering price tags.  Not that this was deterring the Chinese visitors who were present in large numbers.  There is even a department devoted to Asian visitors.  As we failed to get a bag, I thought I would try my luck at getting a decent bottle of wine – Bordeaux of course – and succeeded in getting one that did not damage the credit card too much. 
Place de Vosges

Centre Pompidou
It had a been a lot of walking so we treated ourselves to a glass of wine there.  They were not going to serve us initially as they thought we wanted food and kitchen was closed.  Nevertheless, our desire for a relaxing glass of wine was met. In addition, because the first wine we chose was not available the very nice young man who served us gave us a larger than usual glass of a reasonably decent Petit Chablis. 

Bev was not interested in walking far from the apartment for a meal, so once we had returned we went out looking for a suitable place. I had in mind a restaurant I had seen earlier which was just around the corner from our place.  “Viola” was a lovely little restaurant serving Modern Italian food.  The person who served us was probably the owner although we did not establish that.  We learned however that his father was Italian and that he had studied architecture in Turin.  Remarkably for a place that turned out some of the best food we had whilst we were away, it was very quiet.  There were just two other couples dining there. 

We had a formule – entrée, main and dessert.  Bev had duck carpaccio for her starter and I had ravioli filled with pigeon with a pigeon jus.  It was brilliant with flavours well matched but with a few taste surprises.  For a main Bev had a beef dish. The beef was succulent and even the polenta was pronounced delicious.  I had a rabbit dish and again it was inventive and extremely tasty.  It was accompanied with nice range of vegetables.  The dessert was interesting as well – Bev’s citron cheesecake was really different and tasty while my millefeuille was made of hazelnut pastry filled with a coffee and hazelnut cream.  Both were very good.  To top it off we had an incredibly good Sardinian red wine which was both rich and savoury but with the acid and tannin perfectly matched to the food we ate. 

As you will now be aware, the food was a real highlight for our trip to Paris.