Wine ambassador for life!
You want to know what I love about France? I love the random. I went to Avignon with my Cal State program yesterday. Avignon is a medieval city and still looks like one. Several pope's hung out there in the 1400's and built a gothic palace. We arrived and got off the bus right next to the Pont d'Avignon (Bridge of Avignon).
Sur le Pont d'Avignon, l'on y danse, l'on y danse
Sur le Pont d'Avignon, l'on y danse, tout le monde
On our way to the Palais des Papes (Palace of the Popes), we passed a vineyard. People were dressed in blazers and broad brimmed black hats. People were singing. Children dressed in t-shirts and red baseball hats were picking up sticks. Two boys poked their noses through the fence and said, "Do you speak English?" A man speaking into a microphone annonced, "Look, some Americans have arrived! Our American friends!" They invited us into the vineyard. They gave us free t-shirts, wine, turkey, bread, cheese, paté, apple tart. I might want to mention that this was the palace's vineyard. I drank Pope wine! They removed their hats as they sang the Hymn de Provence. The band began to play. We took a picture with the mayor of Avignon (a woman, mind you). A man of particular importance asked Ashlee, another American, and me to come up to the microphone. He gave us the necessary "bises" (kisses on the cheek). He presented Ashlee with a bundle of sticks and a special glass for wine-tasting. Then, to top it all off, the three of us were to give a few words. He asked us what wine we prefered. Ashlee gave the perfect answer: Côte-du-Rhône. (We are in the region of Côte-du-Rhône). I said I was thankful and so happy to be there and so forth. They beseeched us to go forth into the world as ambassadors for Côte-du-Rhône wine. This is what I love about France: to live in the world of random and good company. I want to have stories like this my entire life.
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it is quite burdonsome trying to change society... how loverly it would be to live in a place where neighbors were people. Strangers say hello, and everyone has a sense of connection. I suppose the only way to make this happen would to be the hosts... go to park of sorts, make lots of food, get a DJ then ask bypassers to have a taste of our steak... a sip of our soda and a go at our kerioke! (American style :P) I look forward to it.
Eleonore,
As-tu danse sur le pont aussi? Quand mon professeur de piano m'a enseigne la chanson ("Sur le Pont d'Avignon") il y a plusieurs annees, elle portait une belle robe et des chaussures mignonnes.
Si tu veux voir le style des chaussures qu'elle portait, clique sur ce link ici:
http://www.return2style.de/30er9.jpg
A tout a l'heure!
Alice
oo la la I like those shoes! bring me home some :D (size 8)
*sigh* I wish I could learn to be like that. It's impossible to attept to change society when you can't even change yourself.
Oh, my dear, you will. You will always have such stories in your life as long as you continue to live. And I am confident that you will do just that.
(Whimpy misses you).
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