VOL. 17 NO. 4
|The Independent Traveler's Newsletter|
|"The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page." - St. Augustine|
IN THIS ISSUE:
Ici et Là
An Old Friendship
Birthday to Paris'
Interior of the
Normandy 2014 ~ Main Events!
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT . . .
us are repeatedly attracted to France ~ we find it seductive, cultured,
How did I fall in love with France? It began with a captivating travel article about the village of Saint-Cirq Lapopie and a friend's impassioned description of her recent trip to the village of La Roque Gageac. In May of 1994 with no French-language speaking skills, my husband and I flew to Orly airport, rented a car and drove south to the Dordogne Valley.
It was lunch time when we pulled up to what looked like a restaurant in a sunlit golden stone building overlooking the Dordogne River in La Roque Gageac. Up a flight of stairs, we were seated in the center of a picturesque dining room at an elegantly set table. The only word I could decipher on the menu was thon - tuna. We selected the three-course prix fixe menu and were not disappointed with what we were served. After a long lunch and some wine, we realized there was a hotel above the restaurant and haltingly inquired if a room was available. Our room was located in the front with three windows overlooking the river. The French franc price for the room, at the time, was the equivalent of about $35.
The next morning we pulled ourselves away from the view to drive on and explore more of the area. We "oohed and aahed" at scenery that called out to us to stop and admire. By late afternoon we had made a 50-kilometer loop and decided to return to Hôtel la Gardette for another night in our room with the view. The following morning Saint-Cirq Lapopie was beckoning us, and the Lot Valley wasn't far.
Approaching St-Cirq Lapopie we wondered if we had made a mistake in judging the distance. The drive up the steep and winding hillside was slow and torturous. As we rounded a final curve our jaws dropped open at the sight in front of us. We pulled the car over to marvel at the drama of the Lot River cutting a swath through the verdant valley below with St-Cirq Lapopie perched high above on the cliff with the church steeple and chateau ruin creating a memorable silhouette. We eagerly drove onward toward this mesmerizing sight, well worth the slow route to the top.
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inside. . .
with a click
> to see what's new on The Bookshelf ~ collections by Jo Anne Marquardt from her travel journals ~ her discoveries while wandering around France.
> for Rekindling an Old Friendship ~ how the Internet brought together two old friends who are now in business together in the Côte d'Azur.
> to join Arthur Gillette in wishing Happy 100th Birthday to Paris' Théâtre des Champs Elysées.
> to find out about very special events taking place in Normandy in 2014.
> for our Feature
Lifestyles article, The Renaissance of
a Loire Valley Château ~ the
rebirth of a 600 year-old family home in one of France's most treasured
TONGUES . . .
by Arthur Gillette
Welcome to Twisted Tongues, a French word game everyone can play. See if you can come up with the correct translation of the phrase in question. You may be quite surprised by how it differs from what you first thought it meant.
Answer from our Summer issue: Avoir sa langue dans sa poche = "have one's tongue in one's pocket"? No! It means to refrain from speaking, remain totally silent (secretive).
Phrase: Chercher midi à quatorze heures = "to look for noon at 2 PM?" Literally, yes. But how often does that occur? There is a more frequent usage. Can you guess what it is?
Look for the correct translation in our Winter newsletter. Have fun!
Gillette to take advantage of his amazing knowledge of Paris
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