International "Thanksgiving--Preparations

Table is ready

Last year, I cooked  a more or less traditional Thanksgiving dinner for some French friends.  It was such a hit that there were inquiries as to whether or not there would be a repeat this year.  Additionally, I owed a dinner to one couple,  had some guests coming in from out of town, and a French friend had, after declining a Fourth of July picnic invitation, had asked about Thanksgiving.  So, I decided to go for it.

The guest list was very fluid and kept me in suspense until the last minute, which makes planning, shopping and cooking a bit of a crap shoot.  I also have a very tiny oven, with only one rack, so only one thing at a time can be placed there.  I also did not have enough flatware, glasses, plates, or even chairs for the 13 we turned out to be.  I do have a table that can seat that many, though....which is nothing short of amazing.  That's my 59 euro antique table with the two extensions.  What a deal that has turned out to be. Plus I adore the way it looks and fits into my living/dining room.

Cooking cranberry mincemeat relish

Getting the French addicted to "hot" spiced nuts..as in cayenne spicy.

I ordered a turkey from the poulterers, Les Mixicots, here in town.  Whole turkey is something of a rarity here in France; most of the time you order pieces: a breast filet that's been rolled for even cooking, and either a drumstick or a turkey thigh for those who prefer dark meat.  Getting a whole turkey is a big deal, both for me and for Les Mexicots.  We consulted and discussed the size I would bbeed (at this point in time, I thought we would be only 10) and I ordered one that was about 5 kilos.  We agreed that should feed us all quite amply.  Then I also ordered two whole tourtwaux--crabs--from the fish monger.  I like dealing with him; he always splits the shell for me.

New flatware

I spent the two weeks leading up to the 25th shopping.  I scored a great deal on some flatware.  I had been wanting to get a nicer set than what I have been using.  What I had was a set for four people.  It had plastic handles that are much the worse for the wear and the excessively hot water I use to wash them.  I was bound and determined not to  present my guests with plastic cutlery, no matter how nice it is.  I had to buy a few more dinner plates; nothing matches, but it all coordinates and looks nice and holds enough.  I also scored a great deal on real crystal goblets---champagne coupes, 2 wine glasses and a water goblet for 10 people....and I had enough other wine/water glasses to fill in.  I had enough cloth napkins...so I was able to set a really pretty table.  

Antique--real crystal goblets

I had found some fresh cranberries at Grand Frais, a relatively new grocery store out at one of the commercial zones.  It reminds me of Whole Foods (a.k.a. Whole Paycheck) back in the States.  I had a can of Libby's pumpkin  and had some Nonesuch mincemeat, so i was set for all the pies.  All other ingredients are available here in France.  

I also went to the caviste on Rue Verdum for her advice as to what wine to serve with cream of crab soup--a white, of course--and what red to serve with the turkey.  We had bubbles from Limoux with our aperos, and i bought a bottle of Armagnac for the after dinner digestif.  And I had locally sourced sunflower bread, which I love, and there was no way I would have time or energy to make homemade rolls.  And there was a cheese plate after the mean, before the pies.......I do live in France, after all and this Thanksgiving meal has evolved into a Franco-America dinner.

Simple pretty centerpiece

Because Thanksgiving is not a holiday here in France, there is no day off, and some of my French guests had to work.  So, I scheduled the dinner for Sunday afternoon.  I cleaned, and scrubbed and polished until I was satisfied that my home was presentable.  I set the table on Friday. I did as much cooking and preparation in advance as I could.  I have a tiny refrigerator, so some of the wine and sodas had to sit outside on the windowsill two stories up to stay chilled.  It's okay, there was no wind and no passers-by below were ever in any danger of being conked on the head by wayward white wine.

White wine chilling on th ewindowsill

I picked up the turkey, the bread, and the crab on Saturday at the market.  I had shopped for the vegetables at the Thursday market, so there wasn't so much to carry on Saturday. 

Pies are done

I thought I had everything in hand.

Alet-les-Bains

Alet-les-Bains

I took a little 1 Euro train/bus trip recently  to Alet-les-Bains, the first bus stop south, which is up river and up the valley from Limoux.  It used to be that you could take a train from Carcassonne to Quillan, which it the terminus at the Upper Aude Valley, in the foothiis of the Pyrenees.  But SNCF has stopped running the train that far.  Now, you take the train as far as the station in Limoux and then hop the big bus to go the rest of the way.  And it's all available for only 1 Euro...and 1 Euro to return.  For less than the price of a coffee, you can have a lovely outing, get to see some countryside color, and explore some of the little towns along this way.  They are rich in history, especially in the annals of the Resistance during WWII.  I had vowed to make each one of the stops between Limoux and Quillan, both of which I have visited a number of times, a separate day trip.  It was a lovely autumn day, the flood waters had receded and I was feeling energized, so off I went.

 

Aude looking upstream

Bridge from the highway into twon

I was a little confused by the reader boards above the windows on the front of the bus.  It read "Quillan," but it really meant Limoux...I had to change buses there.  The bus that had come in from Quillan whose sign said "Carcassonne" was actually going back to Quillan.  Normally we can take the train from Carcassonne to Limoux, but because of flood damage, the tracks must have been compromised, because SNCF was bussing us down to Limoux instead, and several of the towns where there are normally stops were unreachable that day...the bus couldn't get in.  I am assuming there was road damage.  I know some of these little villages were really hit hard by the prior week's disastrous flooding.  (I am saving those little towns for other days.)

 

Roadside memorial to the Spaniards

After being directed by the driver to the correct bus to take me to Alet, I settled in for what is less than a ten minute bus ride.  It's not long after leaving Limoux that you begin to realize that you are headed into mountains.  The road winds and curves and follows the Aude River.  I signaled to the driver that I wanted a stop at Alet, he pulled over to the side of the highway, opened the doors and out I stepped into the early noon sunshine. 

Scoured by the flood

One of the reasons I wanted to visit Alet was to find the tomb of an American soldier, the only one killed in the area while fighting with the Resistance.  His dying wish was to be buried where he fell.  His family honored this last wish and with the help and consent of the town, his body was laid to rest between Alet and Limoux.  There is a memorial at the side of the busy Aude River highway to mark his final resting place.  I have learned that the town of Alet, and its citizens are his guardians.  I wanted to visit it, pay my respects and maybe sweep it and place some chrysanthemums there for All Saints, in keeping with French tradition. 

 

spot for lunch

I had not been able to locate it on any of my prior bus rides there, maybe because at those times, I was unaware of him, Lt. |Paul Swank, and his tomb.  But I did see it this time, and was disappointed because it seemed too far to walk to from either Alet or Limoux.  Now that I reflect on it, I think I was wrong; it's a long walk, but not too far to accomplish.  This August will mark the 75th anniversary of his death, a major milestone, and I plan to be there.  In the meantime, I will visit it soon and put some chryssies on it.

 

Narrow, dark dead end alley

Half-timbered building on the main square of the medieval city

each story sticks out over the one below

At the bus stop there is a memorial to the Spanish guerillas who fought with the French Resistance.  I read a book that opened my eyes to just how much the French owed to the Spaniards who fought beside them.  The Spanish had already set up networks to get people into and, more importantly, out of Spain during the Spanish Civil War, which had barely ended before WWII broke out.  They knew the routes over the Pyrenees and help conduct escaped prisoners and downed airmen into Spain from where they could make their way back to their military regiments.  Spain really isn't that far from Quillan and all these little towns, from Limoux south were way stations on a sort of underground railroad to get these fugitives out of France and the clutches of the Germans.  Oh, I do find it all so interesting.

 

Old timbers holding up the story

narrow, twisting streets

You have to cross over the highway and then take the road into town, across the stone bridge that spans the Aude to get into the town of Alet-les-Bains.  There were many traces of the floods of the prior week; downed trees and debris, and the river had scoured the banks and the island in the middle.  I love the beauty of the Aude further up the valley.  It's swift and it sings as it tumbles over the rocks.

 

medieval construction

I think a soccer fan lives here!

I headed on into town.  I had a choice; I could explore the town or I could head straight to the baths and the fountain where people have been coming since the Romans (and probably before that) to fill their vessels with the mineral water of the springs.  I think the baths are closed, maybe for the season, maybe for good.  I am not sure and need to learn more.  I know people who drive up here to get the mineral water to have to drink in their homes.  I am not a fan of "gassy" water; I prefer flat; I brought no container to bring a liter or two of the mineral-y stuff home.  It was lunchtime, so I followed the signs into the center of town.  Surely there would be a place for lunch or maybe a picnic.  I did have my camera and sketch pad with me, after all, and was not opposed to spending a nice afternoon having a jambon beurre along the river bank.

 

What songs are locked in these arches?

ruins of the abbeys

What a discovery.  I knew about the two ruined abbeys, and the mineral springs, but had never stopped to think that Alet was a walled medieval town in its won right.  Many of the buildings are half-timbered and each storey is cantilevered over the one below.  If you do that on both sides of these narrow, narrow streets, pretty soon, the buildings are in danger of meeting at the top. Some of the buildings are in great repair, others are in dire need of some money and TLC.  I cannot begin to imagine what is required to bring buildings that are 300+ years old into the 21st century.  How do you put in plumbing, wiring?  It must cost a fortune, because you can't just knock things down and start from scratch, even if you wanted to.  The Historical Monuments branch of governments had something to say about THAT!

 

My lunch spot

I sat in this beautiful wondow

I finally understood the Romantics' objections to restoring Carcassonne.  The ruins of the 9th and 13th century abbeys have not been restored, and I felt a stronger connection with the past there than I have ever felt from most of the places in the walled city of Carcassonne.  The stones seemed to speak more directly to me for not having been re-positioned and replaced.  The vaulted arch is open to the sky, as the rest of the roof has fallen in. I walked to the end of the wall and entered the city through the Calvary Gate--there was some scaffolding and I think repairs were being made to the wall of the medieval part of the city.  I fully understand the need for safety, and it did appear that the repairs were not changing the face of the wall, merely keeping it from falling down, possibly on an unsuspecting tourist. 

a bit of autumn color

I went looking for a place to have lunch, which was a surprisingly difficult task.  There aren't many restaurants that I could find, although I will admit that I don't think I saw all of the commercial district.  I ended up at at hotel/restaurant on the grounds of the old bishop's headquarters.  The stone walls are thick and comforting.  It was open, so I went in and was seated.  

"Manhole" cover caught my eye

I had the special of the day, which I nearly always order, unless it's fish! It was a chicken in a wild mushroom sauce. and with the glass of rose was a delicious lunch.  I could look out onto the river and grounds of the property, which abutted the old abbey.  The grounds hand mature, old growth trees, spreading their branches over the newly green lawn (all that rain made the grass green and lush).  It will be a lovely spot to come for lunch in the spring, when the birds are in full throat.  As I was paying my bill, I asked the lady in charge if they were open all year, and sadly, the answer is no.  They were closing on October 31 for the season.  As with so many businesses here, the "season" begins with Easter.  2019's season will start late, sometime after April 21, since that's the date for Easter.  My lunch was less that 15 Euros, including wine and I had a strawberry mousse for dessert.  I will be sure to return again next season.

Last of the season roses on the grounds of the bishop's headquarters

I dallied over lunch for too long, and didn't allow myself enough time to get down to the other edge of town to see the baths and the pump.  I didn't want to risk missing the bus, since I had heard horror stories of getting stranded in these outlying towns.  I had plans to catch the 3:30 bus back to Limoux and then to Carcassonne.  I wended my way back across the bridge to the bus stop.  It was a little bit odd standing all alone beneath a blue sign with the outline of a bus drawn on it on the side of a busy highway.  Several logging trucks whizzed by--I recognized and remembered them from my time in Oregon.  I don't think automatically of logging trucks when I think of this region, but it just proves that |I still have a lot to learn about my newly adopted region. And sure enough, right on time, the bus came around the bend, the driver saw me and drew to a stop. 

Broken  "See around the corner" mirror-

I plan on visiting another of those little hamlets this week.  I will definitely be back in Alet.  I would like to take my camera there in the winter and get some photos.  The abbey is open only in the afternoon, except on the weekends when it opens in the morning for a couple of hours as well.  I want to get in there and walk about the ruins, opening up the pores of my spirit to the breath of the stones' stories.

Modern among the ancient

What a lucky find this region of France has been for me. 

 

Floods

Aude 11:00 A.M. just beyond the Notre-Dame-de-la-Sante chapel

I haven't written a post in a while--I have actually been doing household chores like crazy and getting ready for cooler weather--one day it will eventually get here. Since my last post, there have been some major events here in Carcassonne and surrounding areas.

Caution tape--don't go down there

Some people may already be aware of the devastating floods that hit the Aude region on the night of October 13-14.  I have seen markers that show the level to which the waters of the Aude River rose in past innundations and could not begin to imagine how on Earth that could have possibly happened.  Well, that Monday morning I saw with my own eyes just how it happened and it awed me.

Looking up rover

We had been having a bizarre autumn; the weather had been relentlessly humid and warm.  The forecasters warned of a "Mediterranean event" to start late Sunday night.  Around 10 P.M., they were proven correct.  The rains began and hard.  

Rough water flows through one of the arches

I was not asleep, thankfully, and heard the first plip-plops of a drip from my bedroom ceiling.  That had never happened before.  I got up, moved my antique wash stand with its wide basin under the leak to contain it and protect my rug.  Then I went to check the other parts of the apartment.  I had had a leak the prior Wednesday when we had a sudden, but brief, downpour.  No leak in that spot this time, but in the bathroom--oh dear, the water was nearly pouting through the overhead light fixture.  I gathered by bigges cooking pots and placed them strategically underneath, took up the sodden bathroom rug, replaced it with a dry one and returned to my bed for a very restless night's sleep.  I could hear the rain beating down, just like it used to do during the rainy season in Brookings, Oregon.  I know a coastal storm when I hear one, and this storm was definitely of marine origin.  No lightnig, no thunder, just wave after wave of downpours....I had tyo empty the pots under the bathroom leak at least three times during the night.

Water is close to the top of the arches. bridge closed to pedestrians

The rain stopped shortly after sunrise on Monday morning.  I cwas still getting some sporadic dripping.  A knock came at the door--it was my downstairs neighbors.  They, too had leaks--and they are not even under a roof.  It wasn't coming from me--nothing was leaking through my floors.  I imagine that there was a gap between the roof and the wall, and the water ran down the inside and made its way into their apartment.  Everyone in the building, no matter which floor they occupied, had leaks.  The rain was that extraordinary. 

There's always one who thinks the rules are not for her

At one point, Patrice told me that school had been canceled...hadn't I heard?  The Aude region was on red alert, bridges and roads were washed out.  Trebes was particularly hard hit and people had died, been swept away from their beds when the waters rose too quickly for them to escape

I went out with my camera, down to the Aude.  The Pont Vieux was closed to foot traffic, and soon enough all the bridges into Carcassonne were closed.  Shopes and restaurants never opened, or closed early when the bridges were closed, because their workers couldn't get in or management wanted to send those who did make it in in the early hours home to their families before the bridges closed.  The Bastide was a ghost town by the afternnon.

Carcassonne itself excaped largely undamaged.  There was a restaurant terrace up in the walled city that collapsed when the underlying ground slid out.  The hospital, built in the flood plain, was full of water.  Lots of people I talked to had major damage from leaks--collapsed ceilings, flooded basements.  I have yet to talk to anyone who did not have a leak.

By 4:00 the waters had begun to recede

But other, outlying areas were not so fortunate.  Bridges failed, and now some of these towns are cut in two.  Cars were tossed about like tubber ducks.  The Aude climbed out of its banks and up the steps of St, Martin's church in Limoux. The damage is estimated in the hundreds of millions of Euros, and there were 14 people killed, countless injured and displaced.

I love how the communities are rallying around to help one another.  The newspapers launched the first drive for clothing and household items, especially warm and dry bedding.  Restaurants launched their own food drives, and community government agencies got shelters opened and started collecting and distributing needed supplies right away.  Brigades of volunteers helped with mopping and shoveling out peoples' homes and businesses.  Presidernt Macron was here within a week with aid--not loans, and not rolls of paper towels, but real aid to people and communities to repair buildings, roads, bridges and to get life back to normal.

Still muddy and swift, but not as high

The Aude is back in its banks as are the other rivers and streams that caused so much damage.  Some areas got as much as 8 inches of rain in less than 10 hours.  That's a lot of water and there was no place for it to go.  Gradually, train travel is being restored, and detours are being set up while riads are repaired.  I am impressed with the speed and compassion with which this has been done.  

Grey skies, brown water

"Arab" Market Haul

From the "Arab" market this morning

I don't know what the real name is for the market that's held over on Boulevard Barbes on Saturday mornings; I have always referred to it as the Arab market.  It's separate from the food vendors housed on Rue Verdun, up by Les Halles and of course, at Place Carnot.  The Arab market is a swirl of color and sounds--some of the vendors cry, "1 Euro, 1 Euro, 1 Euro," at the top of their lungs, the air is fulled with Arabic.  The stalls are full of colorful junk as well as knock-off handbags, rugs, tagines, bedding, bolts of fabric.  Scarves flutter in the wind, there are plenty of leather slippers offered for sale, and abayas hang from overhead wires.  The aisles are always clogged with strollers and "old lady" shopping carts as people stop wherever the opportunity presents itself to say hello to friends and neighbors.  It can be trying to get through, especially in warmer weather when there is an abundance of pink-skinned tourists who love to gawk but never seem to buy anything.

Whole nutmeg

Coriander

I have learned since moving here that this market is one of the BEST sources for spices.  It makes sense, right--these North 'African countries were major stops along the spice trade route.  And the cuisine of these countries relies on pungent, fragrant seasonings.  I have found the cinnamon and the ginger that I buy there to be stronger and to last longer than what I can get from the spice vendor at Place Carnot.  (Although, come to think of it, I hvenn't seen her in many months).  Her spices are in cloth sacks and are not airtight.  That makes for a pretty presentation, but the spices go stale faster.  

 

Cinnamon

Ginger

I haven't been able to get over to that market for a while--not to spend any time there, at least.  But this morning I made the effort....and came home with quite the haul.  I not only replenished my cinnamon and ginger, but came home with whole nutmeg, coriander, (each package was only 1 Euro a piece) and whole almonds as well as almond meal.  

Happy morning's haul

I also managed to snag some elastic to repair my favorite black skirt, which has become too big.  And for a whole 5 Euros, I came home with a new pair of--stronger-- reading glasses, which will make progressing on my current translation project a little easier (I hope). 

 

Paris-Brest

In the interest of full disclosure, I discovered a new-to-me bakery where I purchased a Paris-Brest...a creme-filled pastry, for later today.  And some beautiful pecans from my "nut" guy at Place Carnot to turn into spiced pecans for upcoming holiday aperos and gifts.  Never too early to get started.  I will use those wonderful spices I got at the Arab market in their preparation.  

 

Pecans--when did nuts get to be so expensive?

The thing that I saw this morning that brought a big grin to my face was a Catholic nun in full to-the-ground habit and hair-covering veil weaving her way through the crowd--made up principally of Muslim women wearing hijabs and to-the-ground abayas.  The two outfits aren't that dissimilar!

 

Reading help

I didn't have the camera with me, sorry to say.  But here's the haul!

Camo earpieces--oh yes, that';s me. alright!

Change of Season

Umbrellas glimpsed through the drying platane tree leaves

Neptune fountain at Place Carnot late summer

Summer does not want to leave us here in Carcassonne.  It's hanging on with all its strength, to the point where it has worn out its welcome, I think.  The temperatures are still in the 80's, and the afternoon sun beats fiercely into my office window, making it impossible to write without closing the shutters to keep out the heat and the glare from the computer screen.  I am still operating the fan at night to keep a little breeze cooling me while I sleep.  It's too cool not to have covers, but once under them, I get overheated.  I have enjoyed summer, but it really is time for it to go--places in the southern hemisphere are awaiting its arrival.

Lagoon and salt flat Gruissan

Late summer colors at Abbey Fontfroide

There are signs that autumn is not far off.  I was sitting at the bus stop yesterday, and the leaves of the platane trees have dried out to the point that their rustling in the wind sounds like running water. Sometimes when I lie in bed and listen to them skittering down the street, I think it is raining. We have had a series of thunderstorms in the late afternoons, but mostly they have skirted us, at least here int he Bastide, and have dropped their moisture further south.  Walking across the Aude today, I was struck by how muddy it was--there must have been considerable raid upstream, which is south of here.  The plants know that the season change is upon them...they are drying and turning brittle.

The plants know the season is changing

Going to seed and to rest

Silvery olive tree at the Abbey

The daylight is noticeably shorter.  Dawn doesn't arrive until after 7 these days, and sunset is earlier.  It makes for late risings and a confused time for dinner.  I am not used to dinner in the dark, or, if so, it's late--8:30 or later.  I remember last winter thinking it odd to have dinner at 5 because it was dark, and therefore must be time to have the evening meal.  

Dusty greens and browns of the Corbieres

A welcome bit of shade

Geraniums' last hurrah

In the mornings, people are wearing jackets and sweaters and the ubiquitous scarves are reappearing.  Long pants are showing up again.  The shop windows are full of fall colors--wines, olives, browns, mustards.  I love the colors they have selected for this season, and bought a wine-colored purse for fall, and am coveting one in feep olive green.

Salvia, I think

Full of bees

The harvest is underway and already finished in some vineyards.  We had a wet spring and a very hot summer; I hope that means it will be a good year. La rentree  (re-entry into school and work from summer vacation) is now history, and I have had my carte de sejour renewal--both signs of fall.  This weekend is the heritage celebration all across Europe==Les Jounees de Patrimoine.  (Heritage Days)  

Sunsets are earlier each evening

Lights just coming on at dusk at La Cite

Yes, the Twilight Zone rings are still there, coming down at the end of the month

Warm evenings my the fountain

Playing with the camera

I have truly enjoyed walking and taking the air outside these past few weeks.  It was one thing I missed in Brookings--it was always too foggy and cool there to spend much time outside after dark.  But I am ready now for crisp mornings and evenings, a pot of boeuf bourguignon, slippers and long sleeves, and maybe even a rare rainy day.

Outdoor fun along the Canal

Late autumn, late afternoon light

The "Clean-out" still choked with water plants

Not a bad rate for a night's stay