Bonjour mes amis!
Apres un tres long journey to get here, myself & the family are finally ensconced in a petit gite nestling in the beautiful Brittany countryside a cote des owners, Marie et Jean-Paul. I do hope that Guy will now settle down – he’s been in overdrive checking tyres chaque deux minutes to ensure the pressures are correct for our load: he even bought a new gadget for the holidays. And then he keeps running down his checklist to ensure we comply with all these new French laws like having a high visibility jacket for everyone in the car in case of breakdown. I mean who wants to wear one of those? It’s worse than socks with sandals.
La Phare, Roscoff
We arrived in France this morning, disembarking at some unearthly hour. I sometimes wonder if the French arrange these ferry times to give maximum disorientation to les Anglais. Thankfully, we found a boulangerie open in Roscoff serving croissants, pain et strong coffee. Roscoff is a pretty little place not that we were able to appreciate its finer points as along with other bleary-eyed Brits we wandered up and down its quaint streets in what must have resembled a scene from Zombies En Vacances!
The first thing you notice about France is how stylish & well made everything seems although I wondered if the toilets would still leave a lot to be desired and whether Canard de toilette had made it across the channel. I was very tempted to carry around one of the cloths that I’d packed away in the boot but I resisted the urge and did all the sensible desensitising things that my counsellor suggested.
Market Day in the Mediaeval Town of Morlaix
We had a stop off at Morlaix for lunch with its fine Mediaeval Square and bustling market. Its heritage was somewhat lost on my teenage boys who do not see the point of anything unless it can be turned into un jeux de computer and virtually blasted off the face of the earth. They also seemed to have conveniently forgotten every scrap of French they ever knew and this trip was after all intended to help Julian with his French conversation retake.
Guy lit le Figaro
When we arrived at our lovely gite – a converted pigsty and were greeted by the lovely owners, Marie & Jean-Paul. We nodded intelligently as they explained en Francais about how to reset the trip switch if they were out. James & Julian took great interest in Therese (seize ans), the gite owners’ daughter. It was quite remarkable how every noun, conjugation and past participle they had ever learned at school was suddenly brought to mind. But I think they both felt rather intimidated by her brother Claude (dix-neuf ans), nonchalant, sporting a baseball cap, a Gauloise & driving a red Citroen Saxo.
Guy & I fully intend to throw ourselves into French culture this week. Guy has bought Le Figaro and looks quite knowledgeable when he scans the ‘economie’ pages. I have been watching French TV and really enjoyed Un Tresor dans Votre Maison which is the French version of Cash in the Attic except it’s all in euros. But I’ve brought some DVDs of the first series of Morse just in case.