29.7.18 – 17.8.18
It’s an early morning start today – a guest needed to be on the road as they have a long drive back to the UK; so up at 6.30 a.m. Everyone else is still sleeping. However, August has been its usual extremely busy month. The town has held a ‘festival’ this year – first one since I’ve been here. Festivals are common in French villages throughout the Summer. Eymoutiers seems to have finally caught up with the tradition. And with quite a launch! A large red and white tent was erected on the market square last weekend and this held most of the main events; other events were in the art centre etc. It seemed popular and one of my guests was the mother of a soprano singer who was part of the festival. It was good for the town, it brought in many tourists. For me, the downside was the lack of sleep for 4 nights, as the last event of the day started at 11 p.m. and involved very loud music until at least midnight – 3 a.m. on the last night.
When I moved into La Belle Maison, one of my finds in the attic was a very old sofa. It was covered in some manky loose cover, which, on removal, revealed an antique piece of furniture. Albeit, in need of restoration. Some time ago, one of my guests, who was an antique dealer, said she thought it looked in good condition and probably only needed re-covering, rather than stripping back and re-stuffing etc. Finally, I have found someone local who can do the job for me. As I plan to use the sofa in my dining room (next decorating job!), I’m going to have it done. Need to get my head around colour schemes now.
I took Owen to a Marche de Producteurs a few days ago, These events run in villages throughout the Summer. They are mainly social events, there is no British equivalent to compare them to really. People go along to the village, which will have set up trestle tables and benches under big awnings. You join the extensive queue, buy some meat (well, the carnivores do), take it to the BBQ area where it is cooked for you. Everyone sits down, with their bottles of wine, bread etc and eats together. Often there is music – French accordion is very typical. It’s good fun. Owen enjoyed it; we were invited back for coffee. It was a great evening – enhanced by the fabulous weather.
I’ve been trying to track down some typically French gypsy jazz (??) type music. I’m not having much luck, as I’m not sure of the genre and I certainly don’t know the names of musicians that I can reference to. At the moment, I’ve ordered a cd of the soundtrack of the film ‘Chocolat’* It’s not exactly what I want, but a few of the tracks do fit the bill. *One day I intend to visit Flavigny -sur-Ozerain, the location where the film was made.
Have a listen….. (hope the link works)
Oldie cat Jaffa has been poorly. I’ve had him to the vet’s a couple of times in the last 8 weeks. The problem is not so much his thyroid, but his teeth. His teeth and gums are in a bad condition and he can’t eat at times, he’s in so much pain he won’t look at food. And with his condition, the one thing he needs to do is eat. I thought the vet might say there wasn’t anything he could do and we’d have to make a decision. (There’s no way Jaffa could withstand an anesthetic at his grand old age – almost 21). However, the cocktail of antibiotics and anti inflammatory worked and he’s picked up on both occasions.
I’m thinking back to a year ago: my party! It was such FUN! So many friends, terrific band (The Honky Tonk Men) and,as far as Owen was concerned – plenty of profiteroles!