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Joyeuses Fêtes 2024!

Saint-Rémy’s Église Saint-Martin may be closed for renovation, but its golden glowing exterior attracts many admirers.

From Saint-Rémy-de-Provence…

Happy Holidays

and a

Healthy, Happy and Hopeful 2025!

The terrace of restaurant Pieds dans L’Eau shimmers in soft pink light.

Dear Readers,

As this challenging year comes to a close and we reboot our energy and reset our focus with optimism for the New Year, please know, from the bottom of my heart, how much I appreciate your continued support of my blog, Falling for France.

A gift shop on Place Pelissier goes all out.

It began in 2017, in anticipation of the publication of my first book, Passion for Provence: 22 Keys to La Belle Vie and has continued, alongside book number two, The Birdwatcher’s Wife: A Quest across France for Birds and La Belle Vie (2021).

Reindeer prances atop a shoe shop on Place Pelissier

In essence, these books, plus the next one, Pleasures of Provence (working title) are about finding joy—and not just in France but wherever life finds you. Because, whether your adventures be far-flung or the everyday type, they all hold promise of uplifting wonder—a concept to celebrate, n’est ce pas?

Wishing you all, all the very best.

Bises,

Gayle

A festive penguin greets customers at a brasserie in St. Remy.

Bringing Pleasures of Provence to the light of day will take as long as it takes—aka longer than one would hope and then some. However, the process is progressing…and in a forward manner, to boot:) Recently, I managed to stop tinkering and separate myself from a full (but very imperfect) draft and deliver it to the capable hands of trusted advisors who have shared their thoughtful comments. So here I am, in the thick of daunting editing, pushing ahead step by step. If you can spare wishes for perseverance, please send them this way!

A stork sailing over the fields near the Abbaye de Valmagne, by the village of Villeveyrac last week.

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For those of you flying off to visit loved ones this holiday season, wishing you smooth sailing.

Ferry to a Fish Shack in the Camargue

A Grey Heron saunters by a flamingo flock at the Parc Ornithologique du Pont de Gau in the Camargue.

Watching with wonder works wonders on boosting spirits, especially when the star of the show is my favorite bird, the Greater Flamingo. I love watching these captivating creatures do what they do—prance and preen, forage and fly, squawk and even snooze. While they catch some Zzzzzs, they balance on one spindly leg for an incredibly long time—and that’s with their eyes closed!

Surprisingly, this White Stork finds a big pond all to itself.

As happens in life, spirits can sometimes spiral downward. When that occurred the other day, Ralph and I headed to the Parc Ornithologique de Pont du Gau in the Camargue—about an hour from St. Rémy—to visit “my” special feathered friends. In this vast, wild nature reserve, dotted with large ponds, there are loads of flamingos that you can see very close up. It was incredibly calming. We also searched for rarities on our trek but none had flown in that day though there was a good variety of nice birds to include Eurasian Teals, Little Egrets, Grey Herons, and White Storks.

The water wheel “cruise liner” crossing Le Petit Rhône

Horses waiting for the ferry called Bac du Sauvage

Ohoy, maties–grab super fresh fish here!

After wandering around the nature zone, ducking in and out of bird observatories, we headed to the funky fish shack called Cabanne du Pêcheur Chez Zu. The hitch is that this authentic, rustic eatery is on the other side of Le Petit Rhône from the nature park. But no need to drive in search of a bridge when you can slide onto a free, flat-bed water-wheel car ferry that whisks vehicles to the other side in about three minutes, every half hour–except during lunch. Walkers, cyclists, as well as horses, are welcome aboard the “cruise liner,” too.

Crispy calamar and Lotte tails with garlic sauce

Under sunny skies, we joined a dozen other couples on the terrace appointed with a mish-mash of weathered furniture to enjoy the river view and the delectable crispy monkfish called Lotte and tiny squid rings, accompanied by fabulous frites. Delicious and decadent it was!

While asleep, flamingos make for a beautiful, serene spectacle.

Wherever you are, dear readers, I wish you health, happiness and hope.

Bises, Gayle

Pleasures of Provence is moving along. The initial, complete (albeit rough) draft will soon make its way to the beta reader stage. Loads of hoops to hop through but progress is happening.

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For a splendid, off-the-beaten-track travel article on the Camargue, check out Alexis Steinman’s Cowboys and flamingos in the wild, wild South, New York Times, International Edition, 21 August 2024

Incredible Corsica

Scorching sunset sets mountains on fire, Calvi, Corsica

Stunning scenery, delicious cuisine, glorious beaches, and enchanting towns are all to be found on the Île de Beauté, the Island of Beauty.

Picture perfect pleasure boat port, Calvi

Napoleon Bonaparte’s birthplace duly impressed us earlier this month during our week-long stay in Calvi, in the northern sector–despite an island-wide, wildcat strike at airports and seaports two days before our departure, and Ralph’s altercation with a twin-engine Zodiac, an inflatable vessel. Luckily the grève ended in a day, not affecting our return flight to Marseille. And Ralph didn’t break any bones when he slipped while disembarking the cruise “ship” that had whisked us to the ultra wild Scandola Nature Preserve. (Though his hip bruise was a doozey.)

Swim the Med in early October? In Calvi, of course!

The fourth largest island in the Mediterranean Sea, just seven miles north of Sardinia, Corsica became officially French around 1768. For the nearly 500 previous years, the ruggedly mountainous Île had been ruled by the Republic of Genoa. Consequently, the island radiates a unique blend of Italian and French flair.

Here, I’ll let the photos paint the picture:

Calvi from the Sentier de Douanes, Path of the Customs Officials

Master pizza maker Emmanuel shows off his dough tossing skills, A Punta

Figatellu, a local sausage, spices up pizza, A Punta

Mouthwatering moules-frites at Via Marina

Dramatic cliffs of Scandola Nature Preserve

A friendly Red Kite flew by almost daily.

The bronze Marinella Mermaid by Gabriel Diana, L’Île-Rousse

Take good care and all the best for health, happiness, and hope.

Bises, Gayle

As for Pleasures of Provence…the good news is that a manuscript resembling a full first draft is done—I think. But whether or not it is, forward I go into the editing stage–hooray! All positive thoughts you care to share are most welcome:)

Côte d’Azur Rendez-vous

Nice, France, in mid-September. Yep, those are swimmers in the Med!

Twisting my arm to visit Nice is hardly necessary. In September, or any time of year, really, the splendiferous seaside city on the Côte d’Azur covers the three Es with ease–enchanting, enthralling and enticing its way into your heart. Whether it be the stunning architecture, inviting climate, dazzling Mediterranean location, buzzy ambiance, markets, vibrant cultural scene, or the diverse cuisine, one way or the other, this south-of-France metropolis is sure to capture your imagination one way or the other.

Strolling the Promenade des Anglais, along the Med

The impressive central train station in Nice

The daunting traffic, however, is not likely to be on anybody’s hit list. So when Ralph and I made a plan to rendezvous with a wonderful friend who was passing through the big city, we relied on the train to take us in—from Biot, a little town less than a half hour’s ride west of Nice.

Faux flowers adorn an ice cream shop in Valbonne

Staying in charming Valbonne–about two and a half hours from Saint-Rémy–we drove through the country to the Biot gare in 30 minutes, parked the car in a big lot next to the sea at no charge, hopped on the train, and presto, a few minutes later we arrived in Nice.

Amy Trowell (right), manager of the Around the World bookshop, holds *Passion for Provence*

Though our visit was short, it was oh-so-sweet. First we met our spirited writer friend Rena Pederson at the brand new English language bookstore called Around the World. It’s an off-shoot of the Librairie Masséna, “One of France’s leading independent bookshops,” according to The Connexion (2 Aug. ’24). We had a lovely time chatting with the charming British manager, Amy Trowell, and snooping through the variety of titles.

Delicious keftas from the tapas menu at Bocca Nissa

An Indian Silverbill entertained us on the rooftop terrace at Bocca.

The rooftop terrace of Bocca Nissa, a restaurant recently recommended in a New York Time’s article, was our choice for lunch. Not only was the repast scrumptious but there was an unexpected treat. Flitting about the trees on the terrace was a cute birdie called an Indian Silverbill, a new bird for our 2024 list.

Stunning architecture is eye-catching on Avenue Jean Médecin leading to Place Messéna.

Shopping at Galeries Lafayette, strolling the Promenade des Anglais, having coffee in the Marriott Méridien lounge—chatting up a storm along the way—occupied the rest of the afternoon. Good-byes are never easy but we were so pleased with ourselves that we’d made our rendezvous happen, smiles prevailed.

All set to dine al fresco on the terrace at Relais de la Poste, Valbonne

Deliciously spicy Thai chicken, Relais de la Poste

Back in Valbonne, we had a terrific meal at the welcoming Relais de la Poste, followed by a very badly timed walk back to the hotel during a determined downpour. Yep, we got a bit damp!

A dreamy night on Place des Arcades, Valbonne

A sunny lane leading to Place des Arcades, Valbonne

A cacophony of colors at a flower stall in the Valbonne market

But the next morning the soleil returned, illuminating the outdoor market stalls that envelope Valbonne village each Friday. And happily those sunbeams kept us company throughout our trek to chez nous, en Provence.

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Wishing you all the best for happiness, health and hope.

Bises, Gayle

Pleasures of Provence is gaining traction—hoorah!

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If you’re a true crime fan, check out Rena’s latest book–the page-turning whodunit, King of Diamonds, about a Dallas jewel thief who worked throughout the 60s and was never caught. Nor were the gems found.

Provence on a Plate: Top Saint-Rémy Producers’ Small Screen Moment

Les Alpilles preside over the area’s rich agricultural zone.

À table, mes amis! Come sit down for some mouthwatering meals—if only vicariously—with the celebrity chef Marcus Wareing, who hosts the recently released British TV series, Simply Provence. Throughout 15 episodes, this Michelin-starred chef highlights the products of a handful of the best producers in Provence. From tomatoes to chocolate, the curious and exacting chef goes to the source to find terrific local ingredients for meals that he prepares on a rooftop terrace.

A float in Saint-Rémy’s parade to honor of Saint Eloi, the patron saint of farmers.

And lo and behold, that rooftop terrace is right here in historic Saint-Rémy- de-Provence! In fact, we’ve walked right by the pale stone village house at least a zillion times and what’s more, we have patronized many of the producers and locales—so fun! And those we didn’t know, we are now tracking down which is also a complete delight!

Monique probably stocks the cheese you need.

Here are just a few of the highlights: A wide range of fromage can be found at the very well-stocked shop Monique in the historic center. Produce by Fabien Dumont and his lovely wife Lauren is as fresh as it comes. They have a stand at the Saint-Rémy market, both Saturday (in front of the exclusive Souleiado clothing shop) and on Wednesday, near the restaurant Marilyn. The olive oil from Moulin Castelas, on the other side of the Alpilles, below Les Baux, is simply exquisite. English-speaking Emilie, the daughter of the owners, does a super job leading the host around the domaine. We’ve known her for years–she was born in Arizona, in fact.

The restaurant Bar Tabac Les Alpilles, known for its lamb, is run by the perennially upbeat Patrick. Even if lamb is not your thing, the authentic brasserie is a nice spot to relax with a coffee or verre de vin. And for bread, Wareing goes to the Terre et Blé bakery (in the industrial zone) for its stellar loaves made from specially grown wheat. I rarely went there as it’s a bit off the beaten track but I’ll happily make the effort now. The thick and chewy wheat loaf I picked up recently was stunning toasted or not. The prize for poulets went to Eric Pons. This young fellow doesn’t have a stand in Saint-Rémy, but I’m hoping this will change. I wasn’t aware of his free-range chicken farm before seeing the show but now I’ve been informed that those “in the know” find them at the Utile grocery store in Eyragues, about 10 minutes from St. Rémy. They’re quite a bit more expensive than regular (less happy?) chickens, but we roasted one this weekend and it was incredibly delicious. (I did have to ask the butcher to remove the neck/head!)

Charming Joël Durand in his quaint shop in St. Rémy.

And lastly, there’s chocolate in a variety of forms and flavors by master chocolatier Joël Durand. In addition to chocolate candies, decadent toppings (sold in attractive jars) may temp you too. Whatever you purchase, you’ll most likely be offered a bite-sized sample of the specialty of the day—yum.

Master multi-tasker Jérôme runs Bienbon, Maison Favier and now Le Village.

Throughout the series, Mr. Wareing is accompanied by a super congenial restaurateur, Jérôme. He runs both Bienbon and Maison Favier restaurants, which serve inventive seasonal fare. And he just opened a tea room/ice cream shop/boutique called Le Village (on the site of the former Spar market). The comfy chairs outside offer a convenient place to relax while enjoying a coffee and perhaps a little treat, too.

Till next time, dear readers, stay safe, happy and hopeful.

Bises, Gayle

Find ultra yummy sweet treats at Maison Gaillardet.

For those Saint-Rémy visitors with a sweet tooth, try the patisserie Maison Gaillardet for their specialty, the troprovençale, similar to the cream-filled tart, the tropézienne—heavenly! The small ones (4 euros) come in a cute little box.

Golden Eagle (cropped) by Giles Laurent, Wikimedia

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Pleasures of Provence marches on–word by word, page by page. The Alps beckon, however, so I won’t be tapping on my laptop quite as much for a few days. But hopefully, the mountain air will prove inspirational. Plus, perhaps a Golden Eagle will fly our way. I’ve never seen one and Ralph has only spotted one once. We’ll do our best!

From Saint-Rémy to Mighty Montauban & Artsy Cordes sur Ciel

A Huguenot hotbed in the early seventeenth century, the city of Montauban in southwest France became the headquarters for the Protestant rebels in 1621. Legend has it that in order to end a lengthy siege, Catholic King Louis XIII’s army pummeled the town with 400 cannonballs. The townsfolk held and so did the phrase, faire les quatre cents coups, “to make 400 blows,” which morphed into an idiom meaning to raise hell or to live a wild life.

This upscale hardware-deco store has it all!

For the record, there may not have been anywhere near 400 “blows”on Montauban–though it might have felt like it–one of them left a canon-sized hole in the “L’Église Saint-Jacques. And regardless of the actual number of cannonball hits Montauban weathered, French film director Francois Truffaut set the 400-number in cinematic stone when he titled his acclaimed New Wave film about a rebellious youngster Les Quatre Cents Coups (1959).

Fabulous tuna amuse bouche, Antoine L’Omnivore

Scrumptious asparagus starter at Antoine L’Omnivore, Montauban

Superb lieu noir with moules and fresh veggies at welcoming 5 Bouchons

A fave olive oil producer–Castelas–from Provence!

Though I may harbor some rebel remnants, perhaps due to my Huguenot heritage—my grandmother on my dad’s side was a Michaux—on our four-day foray to Montauban, peace and harmony ruled. Our trip was all about meeting up with lovely friends, enjoying fine cuisine, and quietly following our noses—without a warring faction in sight.

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, 1852: A Portrait of Caroline Gonse (facsimile)

Poster art at Musée Ingres: “Must women be nudes to enter the museum? Less than 3% of the artists are women but 83% of the nudes are women.”

Like its neighbor Toulouse, this town of 60 thousand residents on the River Tarn is constructed mainly of reddish-pink clay bricks. Just take a gander at the main square, Place Nationale, and you’ll get the pretty picture. Also, Montauban has a charming pedestrian old town filled with loads of spiffy boutiques, gorgeous green spaces, a terrific Musée Ingres Bourdelle, an extensive outdoor Saturday market and some upscale restaurants and a terrific museum, La Musée Ingres Bourdelle. (Surprising fact: During World War II, DaVinci’s Mona Lisa was spirited away to Montauban for safe keeping.)

Pretty Cordes sur Ciel is filled with artisan boutiques.

Sur les Paves, a cozy veggie restaurant, Cordes sur Ciel

In addition, it’s just an hour from the postcard pretty artisan enclave of Cordes sur Ciel.

Mais oui, Montauban is worth a detour!

All the best for a lovely rest-of-spring.

Bises, Gayle

Pleasures of Provence is taking shape–much like a hummingbird builds its nest–the Rome Way, not in a day. Truth be told, experiencing these tempting Provencal pleasures cuts in to typing time. But so be it–balance is key, n’est ce pas?

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Though we hoped for a black woodpecker in the countryside outside Cordes-sur-Ciel, the noisy operator opted for seclusion. But on a follow-up trip to Saintes-Maries-de-Mer in the Camargue, this handsome grey heron struck a dignified pose.

Quoi de Neuf à Saint-Rémy-de-Provence?

What’s new in St. Rémy? Well, as the Greek philosopher Heraclitus is known to have said, “The only constant in life is change.” And so it goes in Saint-Rémy, where Greeks once roamed. This vibrant town nestled into the foothills of the Alpilles continues to reinvent itself in ways big and small.

A flower plot brightens up the new road.

Here are some of the latest developments from roadworks to restaurants.

After many months of construction aimed to smooth the chemin south, that well deserved the nickname Pothole Alley, the traffic can now sail smoothly straight up and over the Alpilles. Happily, gone are the dreaded deep yellow Deviation signs that directed traffic through the Tourist Office parking lot to an alternating traffic light that was meant to keep the flow of cars all moving in single direction at any given time, but not always with 100% success. (Try negotiating a way ‘round a massive cement truck on a skinny one-lane road—grrrr.)

Also, now the street sports a lovely bike path and attractive wood barriers, along with beaucoup fleurs. The parking lot at the Tourist Office has been greatly expanded and charging stations installed. In the process, the former boules courts delineated with rustic railway ties got gobbled up—and I do miss them—but a sleek new court was installed on the south side of the kiddie playground.

For the residents in centre ville, losing the little grocery store called SPAR was a blow. Word on the street is that the family who ran the franchaise, tried to find a buyer to continue it as a grocery store but without luck. The private party who bought it is now renovating it. It may be a type of deli but time will tell.

What was old is new again. What will be on the ground floor, one wonders?

Down the road from the former SPAR, across from the Nostradamus fountain, a beautifully renovated building has been revealed. It was vacant for eons and then under a construction wrap for a long while. Now the gorgeous structure is garnering accolades galore. The rumor is that it will house several apartments with commercial space on the ground floor—surely to command posh prices.

Cafe La Place, formerly Cafe de la Place, on Place de la République.

On the restaurant front, the big news is that Café de la Place—in former times—the place to see and be seen, on Place de la République, is under new ownership. The current proprietors who run a much acclaimed restaurant in Arles called L’Apsara have bought it and cleverly changed the name ever so slightly to Café La Place. It’s now sans “de” and offers a pan-Asian menu. First reports are that dishes can be bland but other diners we know have given it a thumbs up. We shall see!

The delightful and delicious Bienbon on a quiet side street.

The venerable resto L’Estagnol on Boulevard Marceau is now L’Ao. Also, La Table de Nicolas, which has been boarded up for ages, shows signs of clean-up activity, which is promising. And the cozy but yummy seafood eatery Gus is set to take over the space where the spacious Café Célestine was on Boulevard Victor Hugo. Always coming up with something new, Maison Favier’s congenial Jerome tells me that at his other restaurant called Bienbon, he’ll have guest chefs for a week-long stints—not only French, but also Lebanese and American. Can’t wait!

The “new” pharmacy in centre ville is spruced up with *fleurs* out front.

But perhaps closest to my heart is the change of ownership—and name—of the former Pharmacie La Croix Verte, now Pharmacie de la Collégiale. It’s located next to the town’s church, L’Église Saint-Martin, technically, La Collégiale de Saint-Martin, so the name fits. But most importantly, the terrific former staff remains. Our attachment to these caring folks has a long history. Way back in the early 90s, on our first visit to St. Rémy, Ralph had to enlist their services—after hours. I’d fainted from a powerful shooting back pain and fallen over backwards in a hotel after heaving an overloaded suitcase onto the bed. A doctor had come to the room within minutes and prescribed some meds. It was late by then but Saint-Rémy had us covered. Outside the closed pharmacy was a magic bell, which the good doctor had told Ralph about. After a buzzing it, someone appeared, took the prescription and filled it!

The site of Les Antiques, on the outskirts of St.Rémy

Regardless of the changes—at least for the time being—Saint-Rémy remains a small town at heart and its authenticity still shines through. The traditional fêtes like the carnaval parade, which shouts good riddance to winter and hello spring with celebratory good cheer; is a big crowd pleaser; the Roman ruins, Les Antiques, shimmer in the sunshine; and the psychiatric hospital, Saint-Paul-de-Mausole, where Van Gogh stayed a year and painted over 150 works to include The Starry Night, still houses patients in one section and in another welcomes busloads of visitors yearly.

The Wednesday market thrives under sunny skies.

And of course, the renown Wednesday market is as vibrant as ever—unless the mistral is raging. That’s another constant. Perhaps not one we fully embrace, but revere it or resent it, this powerful wind is a Saint-Rémy characteristic that is undeniably genuine.

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Wishing you health and hope—forever a happy combo.

Bises, Gayle

Dazzling Hoopoe.
(Image by JaceBen, Pixabay)

While enjoying my first cuppa on our sunny terrace earlier this week, one of my favorite feathered friends flew by—the impressively sensational Hoopoe. A great start to the day.

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Pleasures of Provence is moving forward—not nearly as zippy as a Hoopoe’s flight trajectory, but steadily, more like a flamingo, sifting the mud for tasty morsels.

A Dazzling Day Starring Cezanne & Picasso in the South of France

Mont Sainte-Victoire looms large over Aix-en-Provence

Mesmerizing Mont Sainte-Victoire is a stunner–any time of day, in any light.

Approaching dusk, Mont Sainte Victoire turns to shimmering gold.

If you are doubtful, check in with Cezanne. This magnificent montagne that towers over Aix-en-Provence was the subject of 36 paintings and 45 watercolors produced by the town’s most famous native son, post-Impressionist artist, Paul Cezanne (1839-1906). He is credited with providing the essential link between late 19^th century Impressionism and early 20^th century Cubism.

Cezanne’s obsession with the mountain is understandable. When you have a direct countryside view of it, like Ralph and I did on a recent stay on the outskirts of the artist’s home town, you are glued to the seductive sight of the mountain–glowing in the morning sunshine and casting deep purple shadows at sundown. We just didn’t want to miss a minute of it.

Vallauris, near Cannes on the French Riviera

But there were things to do, things to see. One was visiting a delightful très chère amie in the town of Vallauris, home to one of Cezanne’s famous admirers, Pablo Picasso. (The Spanish artist, along with Henri Matisse, considered Cezanne the “father of us all” and owned several of his works.) The village, just inland from Cannes on the French Riviera, counted Picasso as a resident from 1948 to 1955.

Beautiful bird plate, but probably not for eating on!

In the center of town, the Musée Nationale Pablo Picasso commemorates his work in ceramics. The production of earthenware pottery in Vallauris dates to Roman times, but Picasso raised the town’s profile considerably. The museum collection showcases a wide range of his ceramic works, many of which feature feathered friends, usually doves or owls—my personal favorites!

Picasso’s *War & Peace* at the Musée Nationale Pablo Picasso, in Vallauris.

Aside from the extensive ceramics collection, the highlight of the museum has to be Picasso’s moving anti-war work, La Guerre et La Paix, which covers the interior of a small chapel. Picasso painted the scenes on flat, but flexible panels, which were then fitted onto the chapel walls and vaulted ceiling.

Picasso and a bird vase (Photo by Edward Quinn, ’53, museum collection)

The sky aglow to the west of Mont Sainte-Victoire, on the outskirts of Aix.

Following our foray to Vallauris, where we admired Picasso’s poignant tribute to peace, we returned to the tranquility of Cezanne country in time to witness the sun setting on the artist’s preferred subject, Mount Sainte-Victoire. As the orange sherbet glow blanketed the mountain, a sense of calm and tranquility emerged. As if to underscore the brilliance of the peaceful scene, a silvery dove gently flapped its way through the sky. It was a fitting finale to a day spent in awe and wonder of the harmony and serenity that art and nature can provide.

Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, ready for spring.

Stay healthy, happy, and hopeful.

Bises, Gayle

On a recent visit to the terrific Parc Ornithologique du Pont de Gau, near Saintes-Maries-de-Mer, I met up with the very upbeat and engaging director, Frédéric Lamouroux. Here, he most kindly shows off my book, The Birdwatcher’s Wife: A Quest across France for Birds and La Belle Vie. I assured him that the next book, Pleasures of Provence (working title) will definitely include action at the park. I also assured him that it’ll be a while. But like migrating birds, I try to do my best to keep moving, hopefully in a (mostly) forward direction.

A Winter Escape: Provence to Paris

An illuminated Eiffel Tower wows passengers on an evening cruise on the Seine.

Van Gogh made me go. To Paris, that is. Not that the City of Light needed any more allure than it already has to draw me in. And by the fast train, the TGV, this magnificent city with its powerful je ne sais quoi energy is reachable in less than 3 hours from Avignon, just 20 minutes north of Saint-Rémy.

So why now? Because for the first time ever, the much acclaimed exposition of paintings from Van Gogh’s last months in the town of Auvers-sur-Oise (30 kilometers north of Paris) was in full swing at my beloved Musée d’Orsay. This former train station houses an incredible range of works by my favorite Impressionists and Post-Impressionists and a treasure trove of other magnificent masterpieces. The expo would end the beginning of February, so if I wanted to witness this extraordinary collection by the Dutch master who spent a year in at a psychiatric hospital Saint-Rémy, this was the time.

Vintage poster of the Auvers-sur-Oise train station

Portrait of Dr. Paul Gachet, 1890, Auvers

The Van Gogh exhibition lived up to its hype but, the crowds rendered lingering pretty much impossible. Happily, the rest of the museum had plenty of room to roam through the insanely incredible permanent collection–to include many by Van Gogh which he painted before relocating in Auvers-sur-Oise.

The five-day, cram-packed trip was a non-stop whirlwind. I’d over-programmed to the hilt and beyond–even excluding the main tourists sites because we’d been there done that over the years. So we focused on art and architecture, to include the expo by the Latvian-American abstract painter Mark Rothko at the crazy cool Frank Gehry-designed Fondation Louis Vuitton–fashioned after a ship–as well as the Berthe Morisot exhibition at the Musée Marmottan. And we revisited some old haunts like the Luxembourg Gardens and Place Vosges, and indulged in some terrific culinary delights. Luckily, the weather cooperated, which was nothing short of a miracle the end of January, allowing us to walk everywhere. In fact, the last full day there, we clocked 25,000 steps–yikes!

The superbly renovated department store, La Samaritaine

The glorious stained glass dome at Galeries Lafayette

Frank Gehry’s Fondation Louis Vuitton, a splendid art venue

German artist Katharina Grosse’s “Canyon,” 2022, Acrylic on 8 aluminum petals at the Fondation Louis Vuitton

Wait staff at the ready, Le Train Bleu, Gare de Lyon

To cap off the visit, we planned on a “bite” at the splendiferous restaurant Le Train Bleu, at the Gare de Lyon. It’s one of revered food critic Alexander Lobrano’s top 30 restaurants in Paris listed in his compelling book, My Place at the Table, so I was keen to try it. There wasn’t time for a relaxed meal in the ornate main dining room–as this quite pricey option merits–so we headed to the extensive “bar” area, which offers much more casual and reasonable fare. The Caesar salad and club sandwich were sensational. Highly recommend!

At the other end of the spectrum are the falafel pitas we picked up at Maoz (Latin Quarter). Stuffed with fresh veggies selected from a serve-yourself bar, they were delicious. And munching them on a bench, near the Seine while people-watching under sunny skies, made a happy memory.

Historic Brasserie Balzar is ever popular

And in between is Brasserie Balzac, which I’d read about in The New York Times. Hemingway and his crew used to hang out there. We just happened to be passing by around 1:30 PM en route to Luxembourg Gardens. Without a reservation at this historic haunt, which we assumed would be packed, we prepared ourselves to be turned away. Instead, we were greeted most warmly and seated right away at a well-positioned table–one of the few still available. The roast chicken was incredible and the ambiance authentic and lively.

Kids sail boats on a pond in Luxembourg Gardens

Vintage photo Berthe Morisot, Musée Marmottan

Before I sign off, a few words of advice if you are planning a Paris trip soon. Chances are crowds will be even greater as the weather warms and the Olympics near, so be prepared for extended waits, be it trying to buy a metro ticket, browse in Shakespeare & Co. book shop, or munch a decadent treat at Angelina, the elegant pastry shop/restaurant. Target your top must-see and dos and calculate distances/time–considering construction delays–to avoid meltdowns. (Who, moi?) If you do end up walking more than you’d planned on, more reason to wear ultra comfy walking shoes—your footsies (and your emotional state) will thank you.

Bises, Gayle

Cascading blooms adorn cafes across the city

Yes, I’m beavering away on Book Three, to which, for the moment, I’ve assigned the working title, Pleasures of Provence. This seems fitting since it points to the special aspects of life in this region that I’ll strive to convey, perhaps in some surprising ways.

A Rose-ringed Parakeet wishes us adieu by Musée Marmottan.

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Our last day in Paris was dull and gray. But, this cooperative feathered friend–a Rose-ringed Parakeet–flitting about the park by the Musée Marmottan perked up our spirits when it posed for a moment as if to say, “Au revoir et bonne route!”

From Soggy Saint-Rémy-de-Provence…Bonne Année 2024!

Whether pale pink or brilliant coral, how I love the Greater Flamingos. Here they prance in the Camargue, early this year.

Meilleurs Vœux to all for a very happy, healthy and hopeful New Year!

A pastel pre-dusk January sky over the Mediterranean by Saintes-Maries-de-Mer

The Nouvelle Anneé signals a special foray for Ralph and me to the Camargue, the vast wetland about an hour from home where the Rhône River empties into the Med and, for at least part of the year, a magnificent variety of wildlife calls home.

Rosé from Ridley Scott’s winery near Ménerbes adds a
celebratory note to our seashore picnic.

We commemorated finishing our 2019 big birding year here on 1 Jan 2020, and a tradition was born. Though Ralph and I visit regularly throughout the year, early each January, we make a point of paying tribute to area’s significance in our lives—this majestic nature park was a major draw for us settling in Provence over ten years ago.

The Little Egret, with its golden “booties,” taking a break

I know, where did the decade go? Well, part of the answer is losing track of time spent in this magical place—cruising the boardwalk, people-watching from a place in the sand, taking a dip, watching the waves crash, munching a pique-nique, soaking up the sunshine (or feeling the freezing breeze, as the season dictates), witnessing traditional festivals, indulging in a fresh fish lunch in the quaint village of Sainte-Maries-de-Mer, or, of course, birding the extensive marshland.

The elusive Kingfisher, my “spark bird,” the one that officially kicked off my birding journey.

Now that yours truly has flitted into the realm of “birderdom,” and still a fledgling (there is a ton to know), I am spending more time roaming the wetlands with Ralph.

The White Stork, lallagagging in a distant Camargue pond.

This year the tradition continues, with the added objective of searching for a recently reported phalarope, like a miniature gull, which is rare for Provence. (It refused to be spotted by us, however.) The outing also provided an early boost to our 2024 bird list—no pressure, just easy-going and fun. This included seeing my first flamingos of the year—happy days!

Bises, Gayle

Like this Little Egret, let’s shake off the dust and make a fresh start in 2024!

Book Three update: The narrative about how our life in Provence is shaping up is taking shape, though not without substantial word wrestling. It feels like a mano-a-mano duel sometimes, but in a good way. (Mostly.)