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Do I look any good?

We were staying with our family in the lovely village of Venasque, in the Vaucluse district of Provence. France. We were spending our holidays in one of my favourite homes  in the area. This home was located within the town walls of this delightful sleepy village, with its narrow streets and its selection of wonderful restaurants!

Our holiday happened to coincide with a heat wave, and we didn’t have a swimming pool. Our children were happy to splash about in the local ancient “lavoir” (public clothes washing area), but my wife and I were keen to soak in a pool somewhere.

Off we drove to the nearby town of  Pernes les Fontaines which we knew had a local public swimming pool  complex. The children were excited about our adventure to the pools – certainly would be better than splashing in the local fountains!

“Monsieur, you understand that your swimming trunks are not acceptable, you must wear speedos”.

“What.. wear speedos. (My wife had already told me she would divorce me if I ever wore speedos!), whats wrong with my trunks?”.

As it turned out the French have this pretty little health regulation which forbids the wearing of shorts or bathing trunks in public swimming pools. It needs to be tight and fitting, so that “loose” extras cannot “escape” from said swimming togs! So all men have to wear the proverbial budgie smugglers. Now some people can get away with wearing speedos, and some people even look quite good in them, but some …. well some countries ban them!!!

“Well what am I to do as I’ve only got these bermuda style shorts?”

“Well Monsieur, we have appropriate swimming costumes here that you can hire”. The attendant then proceeded to hold up in two hands this small piece of blue cloth – looked like someone’s handkerchief. “Now Monsieur, that will be 2 Euros”.

“Me, wear those? But they’re still wet – someone else has been wearing them”

“Yes Monsieur, but they are clean, they have been chlorinated in the pool water.”

“Oh great!”. My wife by this stage had left with the children to the poolside and I was left with this decision to make. At this moment a large unattractive pot-bellied man wearing what looked like a small silk handkerchief walked past my view. “Thanks, I’ll just sit by the pool and watch my children!”.

Laughing about it later, I did recall how as children my parents used to take us to the hot thermal pools in Hanmer (New Zealand), and there you were forbidden from wearing swimming togs at all, and the men were in one pool and the ladies in another – I still have nightmares about the bodies scraping past each other in these otherwise perfect pools. So Speedos looked quite good after that thought!!

Paris and The Beach

Golden sandy beaches, palm trees swaying in the summer breeze, little giggling children running around in their bathers, pina coladas on ice with petite paper umbrellas… so where in the world is Carmen Santiago you may ask? Paris. Duh!

For the month of August, the banks of the Seine River temporarily transform into the world renowned Paris Plage. The beach attracts people of all ages, shapes and sizes to celebrate summer. On a typical Parisian summer day the sun shines, the skies are blue and people are transformed into holiday mode. There’s fun in the sun for all ages – salsa dance classes, walk-through water fountains for the younger ones, magicians, live bands, rollerblading, foosball tables, and even aqua-gym classes in the large swimming pool constructed uniquely for this event. Swimming pool you may ask? Well yes, what’s summer without a pool? Seriously, there’s no show without Punch.

View of Paris Plage across the Seine River

What I love most about the Paris Plage is watching the littlies on the beach. For many of them, this is the first time they have seen a ‘beach’ let alone played on its sandy shores making sandcastles. My boyfriend’s sister has been working down in the south of France for her holidays looking after small children at a summer camp. For all of these children who live in the Paris suburbs, it was the first time they had ever seen the sea. Hélène explained to me that when they got there and saw the sea for the first time, they did not know how to react and something very bizarre happened… each and every one of these five to seven-year-olds ran into the sea… fully dressed.  A logistical nightmare for the supervisors, of course, but a certain wave of happiness flowed through them seeing the smiling delight on the faces of these wee kiddies.

Smiling children on the banks of the Seine River.

So if you’re in Paris in the next week, come along and join in the summer festivities. The Paris Plage closes on the 22nd of August, so make the most of the beach at your inner city doorstep! All you need now to complete this easy, breezy summer feeling is a bottle of chilled rosé, a few tapas, and the summery sound of the latest Vampire Weekend CD. What more could one want?!

(An article by Sarah Reese)

Another building, another photo?? Travelers to Paris wander the streets with their cameras at the ready, taking photographs of the magnificent buildings and structures that envelope them. It’s hard not to become mesmerised by the sheer beauty in front of you.

A friend of mine once said to me “the more one travels to Paris, the more you realise how little you know!”. But I take a more positive line, that the more you travel to Paris, the more you know! Over the many times I have spent in Paris and France I’ve not only seen the buildings (and photographed them), but I’ve learnt the stories that make up the richness of this city. So when I walk through a district of Paris I don’t just see the buildings, I see the people and their stories. I want to share with you one significant location which I can find just 50m from my own apartment – this image is never photographed, but its story is sad and moving – I pass this spot regularly, and it never goes unnoticed.

Rememberance Plaque

Young Men Died Protecting Paris

Here was killed on the barricades Rene Vinchon, Keeper of the Peace, 22 August 1944.

Between the 19 and 22 August 1944 young Parisians were desperately trying to protect their city from the retreating Nazis who were threatening to destroy their city, their heritage. All through the Latin Quarter in Paris you can see these plaques on street corners – remembering these young men who were often only boys. This plaque has under it a brass ring – in this ring you are welcome to leave a bouquet of flowers in rememberance. If you are in Paris over the next few weeks remember young Rene at 27 rue St Jacques.

Over the next few weeks I will share other sights of Paris which tell human stories such as this. If you are not already subscribed to this blog and would like to read more stories on France just click on “Email subscription” on this message (which you can also cancel at any time!).

Would you give to this beggar?

Beggar in Venice - would you give?

You are walking down a street in Paris and there is a man kneeling on the footpath holding a sign that says “J’ai Faim!” (I’m hungry?). What do you do? Put some money into his cup, give him some food, or look the other way to avoid making eye contact?

This is a regular event in any major city and everyone treats it differently. As a family my children were always very uncomfortable by the presence of beggars and would urge us to cross the road to avoid these people. But is that fair?

There are three types of beggars that you encounter in Paris or Europe.

The first are the street sellers who are generally immigrants from north Africa. You will find them “selling” anything from keyrings, to bracelets, to bottled water, and in Paris you will find them especially by the Eiffel Tower or in front of Sacre Coeur. They are insistent with any tourist, they are illegal, so do whatever it takes to avoid them.

The second type of beggars in Paris are the “Romanian/Bosnian” refugees that work in professionally organized gangs to accost tourists at the major sites such as the Eiffel Tower, Champs Elysées, Sacre Coeur and Notre Dame. These teams of women dressed in long skirts and scarves hound tourists for the change in your pocket. Their techniques at gaining Euros are varied. There is the “gold ring found at your feet” trick, the “I’m a poor Bosnian refugee, and need money to feed my family” technique, and the Gypsy woman with baby sleeping in arms” approach.

The third type of beggar is the single person sitting or kneeling on the footpath holding out their hand or cup urging your generosity to take over and make their day. These people are often outside a church, or on a very busy footpath.

Recently I had a traveler, Willy, from Christchurch (NZ) who spent a month staying in our apartment in Paris. On her arrival in Paris she discussed with her husband how she was going to handle beggars and what their plan was in confronting these sights. They together decided that they would make a donation to every beggar they came across. Admirable, yes, but please don’t travel to India!

From a social responsibility point of view it is to be understood that the Paris Administration has very good systems in place to look after the poor. They even have a large bus which travels around the city day or night “picking up” those beggars and street dwellers to take them for a hot meal or offer them accommodation. Many do not accept these services, as living on the streets is a preferred way of life for many, which must be respected although it is difficult to comprehend for most of us.

I have recently been touring in Europe and was sitting at a restaurant in Venice overlooking a busy thoroughfare near the Rialto Bridge. Kneeling on the footpath nearby was a gentleman in his 50s with a cup in his hand motionlessly waiting for the donations of passerbys. I was quite saddened because I found that maybe 9 out of 10 people who walked within a metre of this man did not even look at him – a fellow human being silently requesting the generosity of touring visitors. One person in ten would either hand him some food (i.e. cake of chocolate) which was slipped surreptitiously into his back pack or drop some coins into his paper cup. This I watched for some time, and quite frankly it rather spoilt my appetite!

At the end of my dinner I called the waiter over, and while asking for the bill I suggested that he included on my bill a meal with wine, that he would offer on my behalf to this beggar. I was surprised by his answer. “This man you must not feel sorry for, he will never be hungry, and he makes about 400 Euros per day, and will return to his own home (and car) in the suburbs at the end of the day”.

Four hundred Euros per day! I should have been the one on the footpath! I then discussed this with the hotel staff, and Armando recounted to me that he had approached this man with his family and offered to take him home for an evening meal. The beggars reply was “I don’t want your food, I just want your money”.

So next time you are walking along the footpath and see someone with a cup begging for money, what will you do?

Let me know your comments, and if you have had specific experiences yourselves with beggars that other travelers might be able to learn from. I’m wanting to collate interesting stories and experiences anyone has had with beggars through Europe.

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Village of Venasque, Vaucluse, Provence

Place de la Fontaine, Venasque

There are twelve national public holidays in France. That’s almost one per month, but in May there are actually three of them! The next public holiday on the calender is 15th August.

The 15 August is celebrating the Feast of the Assumption which remembers the day that the Virgin Mary died and was “assumed” into heaven.  Despite this being a revered Catholic day, for the holiday makers this is an excuse for nearly all the villages and villagers in France to celebrate with parties in the streets!  To most French people and European tourists the 15 August “celebrates” the end of the holiday season and in many villages especially in the south of France, there are markets and concerts marking this day.

In Provence for example, Isle sur la Sorgue holds a major antique market that everyone seems to visit – an antique market bigger than anything you can imagine!! In the village of Sault in Haut Provence overlooking Mont Ventoux, they hold a large market and celebrate the start of the lavender harvest with lavender harvesting competitions with visitors using sickles to see who can harvest the most in a given period – this is the high point in the life of those living in Sault! In small Provence villages, like Venasque, they hold a local dinner that everyone contributes and shares in, as well as bands playing until late on the Place de la Fontaine. If you have something interesting happening in your village let us know about it?

But be wary also because on this day, as with other public holidays, strikes are common place, so be aware if you are relying on public transport. Strikes of course are another of the French pastimes, which I will need to write about at another time – should be a long article!

On this day remember that being a Sunday most shops will be closed, although there will be markets in the morning and restaurants will still be open for summer business!

To entertain you here are a few photos from my recent escorted tour from Paris, through northern Italy, to Croatia. Escorted tours for 2011 will be released shortly. (All photos taken on my phone, Sony Ericsson K770i)

Notre Dame de Paris

Notre Dame Cathedral on the Ile de la Cite, Paris

Lake Como, Italy

Villa Balbianello, Lake Como

The Gardens of Villa Carlotta, Lake Como

Visit the Gardens of Villa Carlotta!

Garden Theatre near Verona

Verona Garden of Countess Rizzardi

Canals of Venice

Venice - the City of Canals

Venice Gondolier

Crossing the Grand Canal in Venice!

Opatije, Croatia

Hotel on the Waterfront in Opatije, Croatia

Diocletian Palace, Split, Croatia

Sitting at a Roman Bar, Split!!

View of Dubrovnik

Pearl of the Adriatic, Dubrovnik

Enjoy the Heat of the Summer!

It was 38 degrees in the shade as we walked through the centre of town. The main street was almost empty as people chose to walk down side streets that offered shade from the searing summer sun. In fact wherever you walk you are looking for shade where you can escape from the intense heat of summer.

The summer heat in Europe is an issue that you must be prepared to cope with in the same way as you learn to cope with the freezing temperatures of winter. I’ve just returned from escorting a three week tour from Paris through to Dubrovnik in Croatia. One day it was just under 40 degrees but yesterday I arrived home back to New Zealand where the temperature was minus four degrees on arrival!

The heat in Europe especially became an issue in 2003 when an unprecedented heat-wave swept Europe from early June onwards, resulting in over 2000 deaths in France alone. France subsequently set up a warning system for the dangers of excess and continual heat in the summer. The French utilise a four level warning system which begins with a green category, through to yellow, orange, and finally a red grading (for the most extreme conditions). These gradings are regularly broadcast through the news media. Last week in France there were six departments that were placed on an orange alert. For each grading level the local authorities have prescribed procedures to adhere to involving distributing drinking water and checking old peoples’ homes and hospitals, and encouraging local communities to check neighbours etc.

France benefits from the stability of a continental climate, unlike island nations like United Kingdom and New Zealand, and as such once the summer arrives (May/June) the weather remains relatively stable through until the end of summer (August/September). Temperatures regularly remain around 25 to 30 degrees, with early August temperatures being often much higher. I have strong memories of the heatwave of 2003, where temperatures at 11pm were still sitting at about 32 degrees – even now in July there are often minimum temperatures at night of about 25 degrees.

Despite these warm temperatures air conditioning of homes is not so common. Temperatures within a home are usually controlled through careful use of shutters and air control through a house. I remember staying in a hotel in Corsica on an escorted tour of mine. This beach-front hotel didn’t have air-conditioning, but it offered many advantages despite this. On arriving at this Propriano hotel on a stinking hot summer day I was shown to my room, and on entering the room I noticed how cool it was so congratulated the manager on installing air-conditioning, only to be told that no air-conditioning had been installed! They controlled the temperature purely with the clever use of shutters and by closing and opening windows when the breeze and conditions were suitable.

Although we were on tour through the heat of summer, a large majority of people we saw were Europeans on their summer holidays, and from the Adriatic Sea in Croatia through to the Cote d’Azur in France hordes of people right now are simply wallowing in the 26 degree sea water of the Mediterranean – that’s one way to handle the lovely hot temperatures. Schools of human whales everywhere in their speedos – what is it about the Europeans and their speedos!!

So if you have the luck of traveling through France over the summer months enjoy these wonderful warm temperatures, but remember to always carry water with you (and drink it!), try and keep in the shade or in a pool for the hottest periods of the day (12pm to 4 pm) and practice that important art of “walking in the shadows”.

Happy Summer Holidays!

Split, Croatia

Why is it that when I mention to anyone about the “Fall of the Roman Empire” most people snigger!

About 2000 years ago when the Roman Empire was well up and running, covering all of Europe as we know it, there was an Emperor by the name of Diocletian. He was responsible for the whole empire that ran from what is now know as Turkey right through to the UK, including the north of Africa. This was a territory bigger than anything anyone can imagine today. Nicolas Sarkozy, Angela Merkle and Barack Obama control territories which are minor compared to what this guy had to look after.

Diocletian was actually a Dalmatian by birth, but worked his way through the ranks until he ended up being the boss of this enormous stretch of land – he was the most important man on the earth at the time towards the end of the 3rd century.

As he came from Dalmatia, which is now known as Croatia, he built an impressive palace among the city walls of the town of Split. This town consisted of a fortified wall within which you could find a temple at which to worship, a bath house, and homes for all his staff as well as some impressive lodgings for himself, when he wasn’t elsewhere in Europe keeping an eye on his vast territory.

But 100 years later we have learnt that the Roman Empire collapsed and Rome and all the other cities of Europe were over-run by outsiders claiming these towns as their own. His palace in Split was one such place that was over-run.

Who said the Empire collapsed? I’ve just been in Split, escorting a tour party there, and it’s still running just like before. From my hotel in the centre of the Palace confines I walked out late one night, walking across pavements polished by 2000 years of busy living, past intricate Roman floor tiles, past the Roman mausoleum built in 300AD for Diocletian. I walked past the roman arches and steps that were crowded with hundreds of young people drinking evening cocktails while listening to James Blunt blaring across the piazza in front of the Roman Chambers.  There was a young tourist sitting on a fallen Roman column on his laptop communicating to a distant friend in another land and time. Walking down the narrow alleyways of this well defended Roman town there was an incessant hum of happy people enjoying their summer evening.  There were no visits to Roman bath houses tonight, nor gladiator fights in the arena, but really nothing much else had changed – just two millennium separating us. The buildings were still intact, the people were still getting about their life. But there were a few changes. Now you can find within these buildings a Hugo Boss shop, a Kodak store, and a Dolce and Gabbana store, and I assume these were not around 2000 years ago, but perhaps only the names have changed. Our technologies we may think of as clever and advanced, but the abilities, constructions techniques and systems devised by the Roman still embarrass us today.

So when you next hear that the Roman Empire has fallen, take a visit to the Croatian port town of Split,  go walking and make your own mind up!

Travel Advice:

From Venice by car it is a 7 hour drive or you can get international flights via Zagreb.  When here take the fast ferry out to the island of Hvar for lunch and a swim for the day.

Accommodation: Stay at Hotel Peristil within the walls of the Diocletian Palace in Split.

Check out my tour in Croatia.

Lake Como Villa

Villa Balbianello, Lake Como

In the film “A Year by the Lake” Vanessa Redgrave spent one seductive month living aimlessly in her luxury hotel overlooking the beautiful Lake Como. One month of leisurely breakfasts on the geranium decked terrace of her lakeside hotel, one month of wondering which restaurant she would eat her lunch at, one month of gentle meanderings on lake front tracks – indeed a gentle life of bliss.

I’ve just been escorting a group through the north of Italy, and to experience the pleasures of Vanessa Redgrave has been one of our thrills. We looked out from our hotel over the silky smooth grey blue water of Lake Como watching the boats criss cross from one delightful village to another, carrying boat loads of tourists.  We were driven around the lake in our polished mahogany RIVA craft, and were introduced by our charming local Lucca to the magnificent villas of this lake – villas that have seen centuries of history, and people who make history. Photos can’t capture the majesty of many of these places, even though everyone tried hard to!

We visited the utterly breath-taking Villa Balbianello, situated next to the equally beautiful home of Richard Branson. We were fortunate to see the work of Count Manzonni in preserving the history of his exploits and this major building on the lake front.  Everything was perfect. The villa possessed furniture and history that astounded all of us, and the gardens surrounding the place were of manicured brilliance.  Trees that had been cared for over the last four hundred years were almost showing us their gratitude for this care.

We were treated to a luncheon that Vanessa Redgrave would have been proud of at the Hotel Grand Tremezzo. Seated on the terrace of this grand hotel we had panoramic views across the oily smooth lake water across to our home of Bellagio, sitting so proudly on its dominant lake front position.  Four hours later we were finished our lunch and after a short cruise back to our hotel we had decisions to make – where could we go for dinner!

At the end of one month on Lake Como, Vanessa Redgrave made a decision – “I think I need to have one more month here!” But for us we had more places of perfection to see – the grand opera Aida in the Roman Arena in Verona, the intensely sad ballet of Romeo and Juliet at La Scala Theatre in Milan, the heavenly treasures of San Vitale in Ravenna, and now I sit writing this sitting on my hotel balcony overlooking the Rialto Bridge on the Grand Canal in Venice.  I have the privilege of sitting here as gondolas take awe struck tourists to see sights that one only can dream of – but this is not a dream, this is perfection!

Villefranche sur Mer Musicians

Get your diary out and mark in this date – 21 June! This is the day every year when France celebrates music of any kind, from the north to the south, the west to the east.

For the “Fete de la Musique” every year on this day France celebrates Music. I’ve been lucky enough to be in Paris for the last few years and this year I was in the south of France, in the fishing port of Villefranche sur Mer near Nice.

By mid afternoon of this day in Paris especially there are bands setting up every 100m along the streets of my neighbourhood in the Latin Quarter and St Germain.  Speakers are being set up, electric cables are being rolled out, and power amplifiers are being plugged in to accommodating cafés’ and restaurants’ power supplies! By early evening the show gets under way. This is a night to have no real plans, except to put on your walking shoes and walk! Every church will be full of choirs or orchestras, which are open for anyone to visit. Every footpath, bridge or park will have a different music group. You will come across rap dancers, ballet dancers, brass ensembles, pop groups, opera singers, in fact any type of music is catered for.

But if you are in any town on this night and you don’t want to party, and have sleep planned in your hotel room, then ensure you either have double glazed windows or ear plugs, because the music will last in to the small hours. This is marvellous! I’m not the only one who enjoys this, as 100,000s of people in Paris alone fill the streets.

This year I was in the Riviera, and the selection of music was wonderful. Families eat at restaurants, children danced in the streets to the music, and the night reverberated with exciting rhythms and beats.  My daughter Sarah was in Paris and I told her to get out and enjoy the evening. With her Frenchman she had decided to head to the Jussieu university along the Seine River where she was going to go salsa dancing to a band there! Sadly her report wasn’t as positive as mine. For her, she thought that the Fete de la Musique  was “a pathetic excuse for a binge drinking session in Paris where many bottles were smashed, and there was glass everywhere”.  Sadly even in Paris there is always an element who spoil things for others. But if you ever get the chance to be in France for 21 June, don’t miss this incredible celebration of music . If you can’t make it and you are a town planner, then I encourage you to do the same in your town – one day to celebrate Music!

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