Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Day 18: Home!

Friday - May 29, 2009

It was our last morning. We were at the Comfort Inn next to the Bordeaux airport and we had an 8am reservation for the free airport shuttle (mind you we only needed it for the bags because we had walked the distance 3 times already). [Resolution: NEVER travel with this much stuff again!!!!!]

By now we had the routine down. Set the alarm. Try to wake up just before the alarm so you won't hear the awful noise. Shower if that wasn't done the night before. Jump into the clothes laid out. Hot rollers and hairspray - essential. Makeup - almost as important. Munch the breakfast treats we had saved. DONE. We checked out of the hotel. Our shuttle was a poor man with barely enough space to fit our bags in his car. [Remember Resolution!!]

Arrived at Bordeaux airport more than two hours before our flight, concerned that we couldn't confirm the night before and didn't have assigned seats - no problem - it was a French airline and a small airport - we got the emergency row, checked our bags to our home and got boarding passes to Atlanta. The flight was on time to Paris.

In Paris, we tried to avoid going through security again; no luck. Every hallway dumped us outside. We eventually found the right terminal, passed security and found the gate. NO TIME FOR SHOPPING IN THE DUTY FREE STORES - they started boarding for Atlanta as soon as we arrived. We had no more room in our luggage - so no loss.

We got to our seats. This time we received head phones, eye masks and EARPLUGS????? in addition to the pillow and blanket. Three rows ahead of us there was a whimper and Janet said "Oh no, a baby." NINE HOURS LATER the crying had not let up. By now it was a gusty wail. The poor baby had just flown nine hours from India and was overtired. The flight attendants were glad they could move around and get away. But hey, I was still floating - totally contented - remembering bits and pieces of the trip. It didn't matter at all.

Arriving in Atlanta we were herded through the lengthly (3 step?) process at customs. Crowd control shouted at us to move to probably the longest line available each time as we stumbled along. We claimed and redeposited our bags to more shouts and found our gate to HOME...or so we thought.

Janet took a nap. I called my boss. We looked up a couple of minutes to boarding time -- the gate had changed to the other end of the terminal.

Janet ran ahead and threw herself in front of one of the electric carts that shuttle old people (we qualified by then) and we loaded up and raced to the new gate. We were all amused by surprised looks from people on cell phones as we pulled up inches from where they stood. Pilots of course thought they owned the place, but our driver said "No, they come and go - I am in charge here." We tipped her well as we jumped off and got in the check-in line to board for home. We tried to pretend we were asleep the last leg - we had had enough airline pretzels and soda.

A phone call from the taxiway confirmed my dear husband was at the gate and had been waiting an hour in case we arrived early. I put on my French hat. Janet and I grabbed our things, and were so glad to be HOME.

Here is a picture of Janet and me with our splurges: Janet's cashmere scarf and gloves from Amsterdam, our linen cabbage rose pins from somewhere I can't remember, and my French hat from Bordeaux. Notice the smiles. We had a great time - a once in a lifetime experience, just the two of us with our guide, to the most amazing variety of places and adventures in the countryside of France.

The next day, the doorbell rang, and this flower basket arrived as a welcome home/Mother's Day/birthday/Christmas present from my daughter.

It is called "French Garden."


Love to you all from
Janet and Rozanne


THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME!!!!!!

Day 17: Bordeaux, Our Last Fling Before Home

Thursday - May 28, 2009

Thursday morning, John drove us from Saint-Emillion to the Bordeaux airport Comfort Inn, so we could check in and stow our luggage before heading into the historic city center, to explore.

We dodged the Bordeaux rush hour traffic at 9am on our way to the airport. While we checked in, John asked about transportation at the desk and then called the Tourist office in Bordeaux to find the cheapest transport between the city and airport. Cab fares were steep, and buses and trains were complicated, so he drove us into the city and told us about the tourist shuttle which would take us to the airport at a reasonable price. We said goodbye at the Tourist Office - John had a long drive home to Normandy. We had a city to see.
The tourist office helped us with maps of Bordeaux and sold us the shuttle tickets for 7 euros.

Janet and I located the bus stop we would need a couple of blocks away, then we set off to see the sights.

It was a beautiful day.

Hubert de Boüard de Laforest, owner of Chateau Angelus had told us the day before how gorgeous the Bordeaux stone buildings would look in the sunshine when we got there.

We headed toward the Garonne River to the huge esplanade - the Place des Quinconces with the Girondins Column and fountain and statues of Montaigne and Montesquieu nearby.


Next we walked to Notre Dame - another beautiful Romanesque church.

We found a darling tea shop which served lunch at noon. We stopped in for tea and vowed to return later for lunch. A tinyspiral staircase went up to the lavatory (and down to the kitchen). We were old hands at spirals by now after climbing the Saint-Emillion bell tower and climbing up to our hotel rooms.

We traveled the shopping streets, mostly window shopping, but stopping occasionally to try on clothes in the chic boutiques. We saw a caneles truck and behind it the kind of caneles and macaroon shop we had been looking for. At last, we found the missing items on our list of things to try. We had to buy 12 macaroons in order to get a box, so we purchased "rose", "cassis" and "nutella" macaroons as well as standard flavors. Supper and breakfast were now under control.

We found Cathedral Saint Andre the largest church in Bordeaux. It is the cathedral where Eleanor of Aquataine and the Future King of France, Louis VII were married. Francois I was formally received in the cathedral. Napoleon restored worship in the cathedral after the Revolution. The walls are gradually being cleaned and the work uncovers gorgeous stonework beneath the soot. Sandblasting is occurring all over the city as Bordeaux works to become even more beautiful than it already is.

We returned to our lovely tea room for lunch. On the way out, I spotted a hat store and fell in love with a soft gray hat. It was an impulse buy, but I love it. I had purchased three linen roses in Delft? and pinned one on for my trip home. See our last post for a picture!

We found the Opera House and went in to see the entrance hall and grand staircase. On the way out, we passed an open window - the opera chorus was rehearsing. We stopped along the tree and flower filled walking street to listen. I shot several pictures through the window, reminiscent of creepy movies I have seen - just to remember the unusual moment.

We walked and shopped some more.



We made one last sprint to The Great Bell: La Grosse Cloche before heading back to the bus stop. We purchased sandwiches and drinks for our supper. As we approached our bus stop, one bus just pulled away. We ran for the bus but missed it - so we sat on a curb in the shade and drank the drinks - it was hot. The next bus was late, but the previous one had been late, too and knew we were at the right stop, so did not worry.

The air conditioned bus was a welcomed treat. We cooled off during the ride to the airport. Asked to exit early near our hotel, but had to ride to the terminal and walk back. We found walkways and shortcuts and arrived at the hotel safe in no time.

The hotel had a patio bar and we ordered kir, connected my iPhone to wifi, checked in with family at home, and saw John Bromage come online. He had arrived home after his long drive. All was well.

We tried to confirm our flights for the next day from the computer, but couldn't get through. Worried, we walked back to the airport terminal in hopes of finding an Air France rep to help us. "No Problem." they said. "Can't do it now. Come back tomorrow - everything is fine. We will not cancel your reservation."

We walked back to the hotel. On the way, we noticed that magpies were out. John had identified the birds for us earlier in the trip. He quoted a chidren's poem which our friend Mary tells us begins "One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy......" We had only seen one or two before. This time we saw four and have the picture to prove it.

We finished our dinner snacks and turned in, sad that our vacation was over. We are a little tired of dragging our things from hotel to van to hotel. Yet we brought so many things, we could have stayed another month without running out of clothes. Tomorrow we would make the trip home. This has been the longest trip in my life, but there were so many different things to do, the time passed in a flash. John had arranged the trip and the hotels so that time never dragged - there was always something new to enjoy. In a way, it seemed we had just left home. Funny about time...

Good night to you again.
We will see you soon, now.
Love from
Janet and Rozanne

Day 16: Visiting Bordeaux Vineyards:The Best Day Ever except our visit to the Bromages in Maisons

Wednesday - May 27, 2009

Well here we are, almost at the end of our journey - and almost at the end of my blog updates. I have written most of these entries from home as a way of preserving my memories of the great trip. (Also we were too busy HAVING fun to write about having fun.) I have saved the best 'til last so I would keep writing. I still have the entries from our trip to Normandy and the Bromages house to write - that was my most favorite part of the trip and my least likely to forget.

Today our plan is to tour some of the wineries of the Bordeaux wine region, the most important wine growing region in the world. Due to the prestige associated with these wines, we are prepared to pay for cookie-cutter tours by staff hired just to take care of tourists. We expect that the wine tastings will, however be worth our time. John called several commended wineries in the Saint-Emilion and Pomorol AOCs and tried for small family chateaus in hopes of finding nice tours. A few days before, a terrible hailstorm had damaged some of the vines and owners were busy assessing and repairing damage - some did not want visitors. John found us three that said to come ahead.

Our first visit is to Chateau Arnaud de Jacquemeau, a Saint-Emilion Grand Cru. We are met by the former owner, Denis Dupuy, now a great grandfather. He has turned the growing business over to his son. He delights in showing visitors his pride and joy. The the grapes are organic. He tells us that barley and oats are planted between the rows of vines so that insects will tend to eat the tastier grass and leave the grapes alone. We understand that the grasses help restore nitrogen to the soil and help with weed and erosion control. The rose plants at the end of the rows are early indicators of powdery mildew, so sulfer can be applied to the vines when necessary as a preventative.

Denis carefully explains the process of wine tasting. After removing the cork and letting the wine breathe, he wipes the mouth of the bottle. He pours a small amount in a glass - turning the bottle to wash away remaining cork debris. This is discarded. He inserts a pouring spout.

Denis now lights a candle and pours wine into a glass, so that we can look at the color of the wine, particularly around the edges. As a wine ages, the tints become more brown. The wine is swirled to incorporate more oxygen into the wine and let the flavor develop. The sheeting of the wine on the sides of the glass is observed. Covering the glass, swirling it more, releases more of the fragrance into the glass.

Denis goes through an elaborate process to fill both nostrils with the smell of the wine. He finally puts a small amount in his mouth, sucking in air. The wine is washed over the entire tongue to capture all elements of taste. Denis is quite the showman. We are an appreciative audience - especially after tasting the wine.

Everyone buys his wine. Denis says it is best after five years - or in 2011.

That is when Janet is planning a trip to Italy. She wants Gigi to come with John and do the tour since she speaks Italian.

I buy a bottle and label it: "Not this wine before it's time", marking it for Janet's 2011 trip to Italy. I send it home with John to cellar for Janet.

John thinks the tasting process is a little over the top. We think Denis is a great flirt - "Viva la Français!"



Chateau Angelus, a Premier Grand Cru Classé B Saint-Emilion is our next visit. This is a very prestigious chateau. John tells us to expect a polished presentation by an employee who is fluent in English. Our literature tells us the cost of the tour is 10 euros each. We drive up to a large elegant building and go to the reception area.

There is a James Bond Casino Royale poster on the wall advertising the Angelus wine as Bond's choice in the movie. There is also a picture of the chateau owner with Bill Clinton.

We are introduced to Stephanie de Boüard de Laforest, daughter of the owner. Normally her sister gives the chateau tours, but she is expecting a baby soon and Stephanie is filling in. Stephanie is a banker in London. She is moving to a new job in three months and is enjoying a break at home. Stephanie's husband is a negotiator in the wine business - an intermediary between growers and distributers. While in London, Stephanie puts together wine tastings for corporate clients in her spare time.The vineyards have been owned by her family for seven generations - since before the French Revolution. She gives us a tour of the vinyard and then takes us through the fermentation tank areas and the oak barrel aging cellar. Her father has created a new design for the oak fermentation tank a UVO (play on UFO since the new tank looks like a space ship). Fermentation takes place in concrete, stainless steel and oak - each material has advantages which are beneficial to different grapes. The barrels are all painted with red wine around the middle band. This is so that spills will not show from testing and topping off the barrels. They are all beautiful when painted this way. It is obvious that extreme attention to detail is observed at all levels. Grapes are sorted and resorted so there are no stems or poor quality fruit in the wine. Stephanie compares the sorted grapes to caviar. Chateau Angelus was upgraded in the 1996 ten-year rating. It maintained its rating in 2006 (improvement two ratings in a row is out of the question). The chateau is trying for another improvement at the next rating in 2016.

Stephanie discusses the effects of the recent economic downturn. Wine prices for the current vintage are down almost by half. Angelus expects that by the time the vintage is released for sale, prices will return to more normal levels. As a consequence, this one time, they have held back 20% of the harvest and plan to sell later. It is a constraint on cash flow to do this. Because they are large and established, they are able to take the gamble on future prices. Stephanie's banking background prepares her to understand and participate in these decisions.

Stephanie's father introduces himself and welcomes us. He is on his way to Paris and confers briefly with his daughter.

He is curious about our trip, offering to make our reservations in Saint-Emilion for our last dinner. He tells us that we will enjoy Bordeaux the next day - that the sunshine will bring out the best color in the yellow-white buildings.

Stephanie opens two bottles for us to taste. Each is exquisite.

We understand that each bottle sells for about 400 euros.

Fortunately, the chateau's agreements with distributers preclude them from selling directly from the chateau. We are spared from making apologies when we do not buy.

Reservations for our dinner are made as we depart. John exchanges contact informaiton with Stephanie - his brother in Surrey may wish to host a wine tasting when she returns to London. When we try to pay for our tour and are told that there is no charge. We have spent an hour and a half visiting this wonderful chateau. The visit has been a total surprise.


In the afternoon we visit Chateau Enclos Haut-Mayzeyres a Pomerol. We meet the proprietors, Marianne and Roland de Pedro and their daughter Françoise. Their vineyard has been in the family for two hundred years. Recently, the winery has passed down through the women in the family.

Marianne owned the vineyards before she was married and knew the business. Roland was a scientist who worked with meterological balloons. He has used his knowledge of science and weather to improve their wines and also to predict the optimum timing for grape harvest. It was wonderful to see the partnership and admiration that each one feels for the other.

Their daughter has studied wine in college and is preparing to take over the family business. She came out and spent the afternoon with us. When we took pictures of the family, they were surprised and got their camera to photograph us.














They show us their operation and spend a great deal of time explaining their oak barrels. They have been testing several coopers in an effort to find the best oak which enhances their wine. Barrels are used for three years - this is the same policy used at Chateau Arnaud de Jacquemeau our first chateau today. Chateau Angelus uses barrels only once - the much larger operation, can negotiate better prices on barrels, also Angelus is more expensive.

They lead us through the house several times. We look at a map on the dining room wall where Roland explains the historical significance of their location. We see the cellar and at their photo album of grape maturation and harvesting process. We look at their charts on barrels currently being aged. We are invited to taste their wines.

The family sets their patio table and invites us to sit by their pool and share their wine. Francoise stays in the sun until he mother teases her into coming up with us. They open a 2001 which is wonderful. Marianne and Roland explain that the flavor of their Pomerol wine is like silk or velvet. We agree. We talk for a long time - John interpreting much of what they say, although we can catch a lot on our own when more than one conversation is going. They devote their afternoon to our visit. We are guests and friends. We ask if we can buy some wine - Marianne says with a twinkle that we can fill up our car. The 2001 is my second bottle to take home - it is so good. John buys some to take home as well.

It has been an incredible day. I can not believe the warmth and hospitality we have been shown. There are many hugs and kisses as we get back in the car to leave.


Before returning to Saint-Emilion, we make a detour to Chateau Petrus - the most famous and most expensive Pomerol. We take pictures in front of the building, wary that at any moment a pack of Dobermanns might storm out to attack trespassers, but the property was deserted.

We drive back to get cleaned up for our final dinner together.

On the way to the restaurant, we spot a price list for Petrus in a wine shop. We thought that Chateau Angelus was expensive. The 2005 vintage costs 2700 euros a bottle, the 2000 vintage is 3400 euros.

"Splashing Out"

For our last dinner, we wanted to celebrate.

Hubert de Boüard de Laforest, owner of Chateau Angelus had recommended Logis de la Cadene during our visit to his winery earlier that day. His receptionist made our reservations.

The Logis is a family-owned restaurant in Saint-Emillion established in 1848. The specialties are meats roasted over vine cuttings and local cuisine. The food was wonderful. We tried a local wine.

The dinner was Janet's treat!
[Thank you!]












We adjourn in time for the Barcelona vs. Manchester European Champions Football (Soccer) League finals that night. Poor John, Barcelona won (my kids were happy).

Love to you all
Rozanne and Janet

Day 15: Toulouse to St Emillion

Tuesday - May 26, 2009

Today is our only rainy day, and even that doesn't last.

On our way to Saint-Emillion, we drive to Toulouse: "la ville rose" - the pink city, with its beautiful brickwork buildings dating from the late 12th century. Toulouse is also a vibrant modern city, home of the French Aerospace industry, and the University.


The Saint Sernin Basilica is the largest Romanesque church in France. The organ is widely considered to be the most beautiful French pipe organ. This picture is from Wikipedia since my pictures were blurred due to the lighting.(http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:StSerninCCorgan.jpg)

Saint Exupery and other early flyers always stayed at the Hotel Grand Balcon in the heart of town when they were in Toulouse. There is a wall of photographs in the hotel to their honor.

I have always loved Saint Exupery: The Little Prince, Night Flight, Wind Sand and Stars. John mentioned that St Ex was alleged to have been working for the Germans as a spy at one point - Charles deGaulle had alluded to this. I can't believe it. His supporters vehemently deny it, citing his steadfast loyalty to France during WWII. Vichy government positions and loyalty matters are confusing to understand....

We stop in a Monoprix for great picnic food (a lifesaving store with a grocery department). We find a park.

John pulls a blanket from the car for our bench and mops his own with the canoe trip dry towel.

After lunch, I venture into the park restroom. It is the most primitive yet. Janet refuses, but I am desperate and file it under "Try new things while on vacation." Now mind you, France is a land of contrasts and it was so with bathrooms. Last Wednesday in Montignac, while John was buying our tickets for Lascaux II, Janet and I ventured around the visitors center and noticed a rather impressive washroom. It said that it was totally automatic and self-cleaning. We went in to try it out. You can only go in when the indicator light on the door is green. Janet decided to come in too. The instructions indicate that as soon as you leave, within 10 seconds, the entire bathroom is hosed down automatically and sanitized. Since I finished first, I threatened to leave and see if Janet AND the bathroom would be sanitized. Note: The door locks during the sanitation process. The pictures below illustrate the range of our low-loo and hi-loo experiences on this trip.



Here is our view for the rest of the trip to Saint-Emillion - the rear end of a logging truck. It was a two lane road the whole way.

Every time we would go downhill and passing was allowed and safe, the truck sped up above the speed limit.

Every time we went uphill, the truck slowed down.

John should get a medal for his self-control; it didn't bother him at all - I was nuts. I explained about the US and "road rage" - it was a good thing for the trucker he was in France or someone would have ended his career long ago.

We arrive in Saint-Emillion and check in to our great hotel, Logis des Ramparts in the heart of the city. We walk to the visitors center, just in time for an English tour of the Saint Emillion underground. We see the cave where the monk Emillion lived and served his church, a chapel, a crypt, and the "Monolithic Church" - an underground Gothic church carved within a single rock. This is the picture of the outside of the church - you can not imagine the carved vaulted sanctuary below.

For one euro, we get the key to the bell tower of the Monolithic Church and walk up the tiny circular staircase for great views of Saint-Emillion from the top (133 meters up).














Since the town is carved into the hillside, natural springs are everywhere. They gurgle in mini-gardens throughout the town. Janet and I explore before dinner. One word of caution - the walking streets are steep cobbled paths - often with hand rails to help, but one still needs to get from handrail to handrail. Sturdy walking shoes and careful negotiating are required.

We are tired. I am hungry for crepes for dinner after the great ones we had on our trip to France last fall. We find an outdoor creperie which opens early for dinner. This is my savory crepe called a galette. For dessert, I order one loaded with banana, ice cream, chocolate sauce, walnuts and sliced almonds. Yum! (I didn't gain any weight on this trip, by the way - lots of walking.)

Good night and sweet dreams
(no logging trucks)
Rozanne and Janet