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Le jour quand la musique est morte, en France; Madame Meteo does the weather in style; Ambrieres has its Christmas market

December 10, 2017

The whole of France has been in mourning this week after the death on Tuesday night of its most famous rock star, Johnny Hallyday. For the past three nights the news has been devoted to stories about him and his life.


Johnny Hallyday

He was born to a Belgian father in Paris as Jean-Philippe Léo Smet (15 June 1943 – 6 December 2017). He was better known by his stage name Johnny Hallyday which he took from a cousin-in-law from Oklahoma who performed as Lee Halliday. The latter called Smet "Johnny" and had become a father figure, introducing him to American music. Hallyday’s career as a rock and roll and pop singer and actor spanned 57 years, completing 181 tours, he had 18 platinum albums, and sold more than 110 million records worldwide, making him one of the world's best-selling artists of all time

Live à la tour Eiffel in 2000, attracted an audience of 500,000 and 9.5 million television viewers (the show was broadcast live on French TV). Yet he was virtually unknown outside France. I knew the name and his fame but never listened to him singing. Almost all the French people I know have a copy of his music.

His funeral service on Saturday was like the death of royalty in Britain and to the blast of electric guitars, the revving of Harley-Davidsons, applause and tears, France bade an emotional farewell to 74-year-old Johnny Hallyday, 

The centre of Paris ground to a halt as the wave of national grief that had overwhelmed the country following his death finally broke.The police said a million fans had lined the route of the funeral procession, which was accompanied by Hallyday’s band playing live, as it made its way from the Arc de Triomphe along the Champs-Élysées to Place de la Concorde and on to the church of La Madeleine.

At La Madeleine three French Presidents were in attendance and the current President, Emmanuel Macron gave a moving speech part of which said: 

“Yes, this December Saturday is sad, but you have to be here for Johnny because from the beginning Johnny was there for you. In moments of your life one of his songs translated something you had in your heart … an indefinable humanity that made us feel less alone. That’s how Johnny came into our lives … he became a necessary presence, a friend, a brother.”

It is difficult to believe that a rock star any where else would attract such adulation and such grief at his death. But, this is France and they work to their own rules! An interesting side line is that the funeral service took place in a catholic church, with a catholic service. As France has strict rules about the separation of the state from religion Monsieur Macron was careful that he should not make the sign of the cross as he was there officially as President.

The other thing that has gone crazy this week has been the weather and on one day somewhere in France there appeared the whole variety of weather. Mrs. Parish, who is a great student of the weather, always watches the French news followed by the weather. The weather presenter is just great and very French. She is called Évelyne Dhéliat and is very expressive both verbally and with her arms.


Madame Meteo

She is known as “Madame Meteo” and has been presenting the weather on TF1 for over 40 years. She is also immaculately dressed and looks as if she is off out for dinner after the weather slot. On Thursday she told us that there would be a “complete panoplie du temps” full panoply of weather across France on that day including high winds, driving rain and snow with blizzards and avalanches in the mountains but the South of France would have some dry and sunny weather. She talks of “perterbations” for cloudy and changeable weather and “giboulees” for sleet. She also talks with great enthusiasm and very quickly as she has only a short spot. It is sometimes a bit difficult to follow but you just have to listen out for the key phrases and watch the weather chart!

So, this week, here, we have had a little bit of snow but mostly cold weather, with high winds and today heavy rain. It has meant a lot of indoor jobs. The good side of this is that Mrs. Parish has been making sausage rolls and cheese straws for me to taste. And very good they are too.

In a lull in the rain we went out to the Christmas market in nearby Ambrieres this afternoon. The publicity promised craft stalls and various local products as well as gallettes and hot wine. There were also rides to be had on a “Caleche” a sort of horse and cart affair. What they didn’t tell us was that there would be entertainment. This took the fairly normal woman juggler on stilts to a rather bizarre juggler on top of a very large ball which he walked on and rolled it around the town square. It was amazing to watch and incredible that he did not fall off. 


French jugglers

We managed to buy some of the local craft products and more impressively bought some hand made chocolates from our local baker, who is also a “chocolatier”. The local school was also there selling home made cake to raise money for school trips and so we just had to but some lemon cake. We had to try the lemon cake with a nice cup of tea as soon as we got home and it was very nice. Although I was very quick to point out that it was not as nice as Mrs. Parish’s cakes!

The lull in the rain at least allowed the cats to be fed in the dry. They are not liking the cold and wet weather and there seems to be the smell of mutiny in the air when the cats are not allowed in for extra warm up time despite their plaintive tapping at the window. I will remind them of how good life is for them when they get their supper which today is left over veal in a nice gravy. How many French cats would have that I will tell them!

Anyway, enough for this week and before it rains I may need a quick trip to the wine cave to get some supplies in for tonight. We bought some nice French bread from the market and this will go nicely with some French cheese and a glass or two of red wine and an evening in front of the log fire.

Bon weekend
Graham

 

Snow and the hens go crazy; the cats turn the screw; the tale of the sheep whisperer and I meet the subjunctive and turn to whisky

December 3, 2017
This week the weather has turned distinctly colder and on Friday we had a light fall of snow. Enough to cover the grass in the orchard. The wind chill factor meant it felt a good deal colder and we immediately lit the wood burner after breakfast. Up until then we had been able to wait until the afternoon.

The arrival of snow caused the hens to go a bit crazy. Usually Mrs. Parish is expected to open up the hens’ house at first light and the hens burst out and start their quest for food. They ...

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I survive a week alone; can I survive conjugation of French verbs? We have rubbish cats; Archie has a “rhume” and it is “Soiree dansante” time

November 27, 2017

Well, all is now well with the world as Mrs. Parish has returned from her visit to the UK. I managed to survive the week and keep the cats and the hens in order. The hens have now started laying again and I think the prospect of the change back to proper management has encouraged them. I have to thank my good friends Ian and Sarah who fed me for a week. Well actually it was Sarah who did the cooking but Ian kindly offered the late-night taxi service to get me home after dinner.

The cats were ...

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Home alone and I meet up with old friends and new friends here at La Godefrere and encounter the mystery of the hens that won’t lay

November 19, 2017
 
Well, here I am on a Sunday afternoon and I find myself in charge at La Godefere as Mrs. Parish has gone to Britain to visit her mother and other members of the family. Mrs. Parish left on Thursday evening with a car laden down with 60 bottles of French wine and an array of Christmas gifts for the family. She will be away for a week and returns on Thursday morning.

When I say that I am in charge that depends upon whose view you take. The cats clearly believe that they are in charge and consta...

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All quiet on the western front, we join the French on Remembrance Day; the cats take the moral high ground and we are loyal eaters at the Lion d’or

November 12, 2017
Yesterday was Armistice Day in France. Unlike Britain, France marks the remembrance of its war dead by a public holiday. So, the remembrance ceremony always takes place on 11th November.

But this is France and they have their own way of doing things as I have often pointed out. In each of the 36,681 Communes in France there is a ceremony conducted by the local Mayor and representatives of veterans’ organisations. In each commune there is the same message from the President which is read out ...

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Where the wild things are. Autumn Watch comes to La Godefrere and we are amazed at the results!

November 5, 2017
The weather has changed again and this week the fine weather turned colder and wetter as the wind came from north. The north wind brought new arrivals and we had our first flock of fieldfares arrive in the garden to feast on the fallen poire pears at the bottom of the orchard. In fact, after a quiet few months there is now great activity on all our bird feeders.

There seem to be greenfinches everywhere in the garden and particularly at our bird feeder tree where the black sunflower seeds are v...

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End of the season; New neighbours arrive; the cats have time on their hands; the hens too; we approach Toussaints and hear of a wine shortage!!.

October 29, 2017

For us, this is the end of the gite season as we close up the gite for the winter. Our last booking left on Friday and with the advent of colder weather we won’t take any more bookings. While the gite is very cosy it has no central heating and it can get quite nippy at this time of year. We only have electric convector heaters and these are OK, but to a point and of course it adds to the cost. 

We are happy to let the gite from February to the beginning of November and this year we have had ...

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The cats settle in for a quiet week; we have a double repas weekend; the adventures of Tintin and the student of French

October 22, 2017
It has been a bit of a quiet week with intermittent weather, which has gone from cold and rainy to warm and sunny, with blustery conditions as we catch the end of storm Brian. It is difficult to take seriously a storm called Brian. Monty Python might say: “It’s not a storm, it is just a naughty wind!” It is clearly a very British storm and therefore we continentals can safely ignore it and by the time it reaches us, it will in the spirit of Brexit have faded away.

The cats, however, take...

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The dance of the maize harvest; Woody wakes the starlings; potager poules and pumpkin pie and we are ready for winter!

October 15, 2017
This week we had a respite from the autumn with the tail of hurricane Ophelia bringing bright sunny days and plenty of warmth. Yesterday Mrs. Parish reverted to her shorts and we were able to sit out in the garden until quite late. A glass of wine tastes so much better sat in a sunny garden and of course we also get a beautiful sunset.

This week, our farmer neighbour, Xavier came to cut his maize field which is at the bottom of our lane and we have a view from behind the gite of the field. He ...

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Backgammon from the brink; the delights of rural France; strange things in Super U car park; bizarre shopping and we ignore strays and buy a big bird!

October 8, 2017
I left last week’s blog on a gloomy note with me facing an ignominious defeat in the backgammon tournament with friends from the UK, Alan and Debi. In a three-day round robin tournament, I was ending last Sunday at the bottom of the table, or so it seemed but in a late-night drama I clawed back points with a sensational victory against Alan. His luck seemed to have deserted him. I put this down to a planned visit to the pilgrimage site at nearby Pontmain and a tour round the basilica. This ...

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Graham Parish Graham Parish is a former UNISON Trade Union official who retired to France with Kate (a previous self employed gardener and now resident gardener here) to start a new life of wine, cheese, french bread and a vegetable garden on a large rural french farm with holiday gite, and associated animals.

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