USA or Bust

Off we go at the crack of dawn tomorrow, thru London to Boston and eventually VT.
The World Series, Fall Foliage (or what's left of it), the Election (!), Moose season, Halloween (a first for Thomas) and every other red white and blue pleasure under the sun await us. We are thrilled.
For viewer's amusement until the next post (could be a long time), here's a another singing video of Estelle's new favorite song, "une souris verte":



Here's what she is singing:
Une souris verte (A green mouse)
Qui courait dans l'herbe (Who was running in the grass)
Je l'attrape par la queue (I catch him by his tail)
Je la montre à ces messieurs (I show him to these men)
Ces messieurs me disent (These men tell me)
Trempez là dans l'huile ("Dip him in some oil")
Trempez là dans l'eau ("Dip him in some water"}
Ça fera un escargot ("It'll be a snail")
Tout chaud ("Nice and warm")

What's with creepiness with the nursery rhymes? How about Twinkle Twinkle, for heaven's sake?
Last night in the dark in her crib Estelle hollered this out at the top of her lungs 22 times on repeat. I have never sung this to her because I can't master the words and once I listened I thought it was a big "gag". Yet last night, little Miss Broadway was sometimes taking on different tones and voices for the men, which was alarming. On many levels. At the end of each round she would shout out "Bravo! Bravo!" and then clap ardently for herself before starting back up again. Can't imagine where she gets that from.

Fun Times

This weekend brought some casual moments at home.
Some we don't have photos of: making blueberry muffins, playdough adventures, tricycling to the park, Thomas making pear-filled crepes last night for Estelle. Others, we do:
Discovering that under the desk is a fun place to hide:

Trying own Halloween costumes and pretending to sting your parents:

Building a fort using most of the furniture and blankets we own:



Showing your doll-baby your new fort:

Making oatmeal butterscotch cookies with lots of old photos of Cousin Wayne hovering above:

Waiting patiently in favorite new desk-hideaway for cookies to be ready to eat

C is for Cookie

Bolstered by butterscotch sugar highs, off we went to Parc Vigier. In passing by the port, I noticed this one little fisherman boat with the massive cruise boat as a backdrop:

And who do we run into at the Parc (not our usual haunt park, either!) but Ines and her Dad. These girls were happy to see each other. They shared a springy-thingy and managed not to kill themselves.

First Estelle in front

Then they had to switch

Then they wanted to pick all the flowers

Then they walked/skipped/jumped/hollered their way back to our neighborhood together, much to the calamity of the parents hollering behind.

The Saulniers

This past Sunday we drove to Mandelieu, which is on the other side of Cannes from Nice, to visit the Saulniers. They are very very good friends of the Ouillade family in Angers and were in the area on vacation, so we went and met up with them. Note to my family in America: remember Virginie, the French gal who came to the VT wedding and Paul picked her up at the airport, she used to work for Agrimark and often went to Cabot, and her luggage never arrived so she had to wear one of my dresses to my wedding? These are her parents!
Roland and Claudine were in a lovely resort that had a FIRST RATE, little used and brand new playground. We were there 3 different times in our 4 hour stay!


Roland and Thomas visit next to the pirate boat on the playground.

The resort had an artificial lake/pond in the middle of it and you could walk the perimeter on these floating dock-like structures. This provided lots of straight-away running practice for Estelle.


Can you make out the fountain in the middle of the lake?


We had a nice visit and meal with them. Estelle enjoyed tearing the place apart. She was asleep in the car before we even got to the highway.
She also came away from the day with presents from her grandparents sent via the Saulniers. Some lovely new clothes and also a few books. Here are photos of Thomas and Estelle enjoying reading and singing together:

Notice Thomas' amazing tambourine technique...

Later on I found Estelle quiet as a churchmouse for 30 mins, sitting on our bed, looking at her books. The photo quality is poor, but you get the idea!

Nascar

...or a French version.
Here's a little video fun from our recent "other half" weekend:

I'll copy one of my sister-in-laws and simply say "please ignore the goofy parent commentary" (or, in this case, giggling).
There's something completely surreal about watching your 2-year-old operate a motor vehicle, steering and everything, not to mention backwards.

Tom Stoppard and Me are NOT dead

Tom WHO? you may be asking....

Did you see the film "Shakespeare in Love"? He wrote the screenplay. The riveting play "Invention of Love"? His. The historically groundbreaking 1966 "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead"? Also his. I could go on...

Suffice to say that Mr. Tom Stoppard is one of, if not the, most famous contemporary playwright alive today (with the exception of my friend Roberto). At 71, he is still producing big critically-acclaimed shows.

I went to see the most recent show of his "Rock and Roll" on Friday night with my friend Philippe. This show has been on Broadway just this past year (after its premiere in London). It was the opening show for the new season at the Theatre National de Nice, where I have been a subscriber for 7 years now. Now, like any former theater major and avid theater-goer, I've seen a lot of Stoppard - but this was my first Stoppard in French! A big epic show, spanning 3 decades and focusing on the "Spring of Prague", or what was the crushing of an attempted revolution against communist oppression in Czechosolovaki in 1968.

The absurdism of "R & G are Dead" is the touchstone for much theatrical analysis - the two low-level characters from Shakespeare's Hamlet develop into their own right and inadvertently tell the tragic prince's tale from a different view. But this Rock and Roll play, written 40 years later by the same man, was historically interesting and still Stoppard. It is set against the backdrop of the development of rock and roll music, specifically Syd Barret from Pink Floyd, the Stones, and the Czech group Plastic People of the Universe who were instrumental in the overthrow movement and were imprisoned many times.

At the curtain call, the lead actress disappeared in the wings and hauled out Daniel Benoin, the artistic director of the theater and the show's director. He took a bow and then held up his hand for the applause to stop, which it did. He pointed to house left in the orchestra, just below my view, and announced "I would like to say that Mr. Tom Stoppard is with us this evening... Tom, if you'll stand."

I clutched Philippe and practically fell over the balcony railing. Could it be? Tom Stoppard in the living flesh, just below little old me? I could have spit on him (which, needless to say, I did not, nor did I want to - but he was that close).

Instant goose bumps, just to be in the same room with a playwright giant like that. What a mind, what a creative mind, all those stories and dialouges he has told! I was truly awestruck.

The curtain calls ended and Philippe and I slowly made out way out and down and thru the lobby and out of the theater. This theater is up on a huge raised plateau, facing the Modern Art Museum which I featured in my mother's day posting. There are fountains and sculptures encircling it. People mix and mingle outside. I looked to my left and there he was off to the side, Tom Stoppard with a female companion, having a smoke. Not a soul was approaching him. I said to Philippe "Stand back. I'm going over there." "What?! You're NOT!" gasped Philippe. I leaned into him and said, "Like Big Sam says in Gone With the Wind, 'Horse, make tracks'". Philippe rolled his eyes and said "Is there any situation where you DON'T find a quote to insert from that godforsaken film?" And with that, I marched right over and stuck out my hand, looked Tom Stoppard in the eye and said "May I?"

We shook hands and had a nice little chat for 7 or 8 minutes about the theater, the director, going to the theater in French, etc. The woman turns out was his agent. I said, "If you don't mind me asking, how is it that you are here this evening?" "They asked me to come" he said matter-of-factly. "Simple as that?" I said. "Simple as that", he replied.

And that is how I shook hands with a great creative mind. Of course I've replayed the conversation a million times, mostly what I should have ASKED him, what I would have liked to have asked him! But the moment was so unexpected, and I was in such shock, that in many ways the whole conversation is a blur - I was so nervous and also very conscious of wanting to seem composed and not-too-intrusive.

But wow! What a thrill!

How the Other Half Lives

Readers may remember a post from last May when our little family spent a long weekend near Avignon in a country mansion, courtesy of Michael (if you don't know who that is, then you don't know me as well as you should). I remind readers that this is not a hotel at all, but a privately owned property by an American family. They donate stays at it to charity auctions. Michael enjoys bidding. If you don't remember the old post, click here.

This past wkend was a reprise. Michael was there for 2 weeks, but most of the other couples had left by the time we arrived, save one, Tom and his wife Carol. Tom also worked with me and Michael. I haven't seen him in 6 years!
We drove up on Friday in the late afternoon, and joined the group at dinner in nearby Carpentras (famous for strawberries). They had been on a wine-tasting tour that afternoon.

Saturday morning:
The breakfast room, comes with it's own highchair.

That lovely lady in beige linen is one of the staff arriving with my teapot, as every morning.

Note the copies on the Int'l Herald Tribune on every other chair. Also what you can't see are all the little side buffet tables holding lots of other yummy breakfast things, including meats, cheese, eggs, cereals, fruits, jams and honeys and other spreads, toasts and fresh breads and of course, croissants and pain au chocolat.

That first morning, Estelle hollered out "Paille!" which means "a straw" as she fancied one to drink her juice. The woman serving us breakfast couldn't find any. 30 minutes later, another staff member arrived with straws of many colors for Estelle. Now THAT'S what I call catering to your every whim.
Here's another item on the property that was produced to amuse Estelle: A motorized 4x4 that she could drive all by herself.

Here's Michael chasing Estelle in her "voiture".

This is Jamie and Estelle and Basil, the dog of one of the staff, who occasionally comes to the property.

Did I mention there was a cheese plate?

Saturday the others went out for a jaunt to nearby Gourdes and we were served lunch on the terrace while Estelle napped. It was rough.

Saturday evening, the property manager arranged for a bilingual babysitter to come take care of Estelle (in addition to the staff already there) and a chauffered van arrived to take all our party to Les Baux de Provence, about an hour away.

Les Baux is a famous perched medeival village.

It happenned to be their annual medieval festival that very weekend. Things we hopping. There were people everywhere walking about in garb. I was too timid to photograph them front-on, so here are just their backsides!



Posing at a lookout point

More streets

Here's a photo of our group in front of the top-notch restaurant we were invited to that evening (by the absent owners of the property we were staying at). When I say top-notch, I mean it. "Oustau de Baumieres" is top of the line in the Michelin guide, the Bible in France for restaurant ratings. From left to right - Sara, the manager of the estate, who is American and her Italian fiance Eilia who is an antiques dealer and whom she met while outfitting the mansion with antiques after the original renovation 7 years ago, then of course Michael and Jamie, Carol and Tom, and us.

I could say a lot about that whole experience, but suffice to say I have never, ever, been in anyplace like that, and I'm guessing it will be a VERY long while before I ever am again. The cuisine was breathtaking, the service stunning, and the champagne sublime. My foie gras melted in my mouth. As did all the other courses. And there were many.
We got home at 1:30 a.m., after I entertained everyone in the van with "Write your Own Autobiography in 6 words" game that my sister Joan introduced to me. Seeing as many of the riders had had their share of wine, there were some autobiographies that had us all roaring. I think the chauffeur thought all 8 of us were nuts.

Sunday morning, while the rest of the house slept in late, our little cherub had us up and about. And yet isn't is SO MUCH easier to drag yourself out of bed when you know a delectable breakfast feast will be served to you in lovely surroundings and you never have to get out of your chair? Why can't every morning be like that?
After eating our fill, we went on a little walk into the village of St. Didier. Here's Estelle enjoying fountains and bubbles.


Why the rubber boots on a sunny day, you may ask? The girl won't take them off.

Sunday after naptime, off we skipped to nearby Isle sur la Sorgue to join Michael and Jamie who had been antiques-shopping. This town was featured in last year's post, but here are a few shots as we experienced it differently with Estelle being 15 months older than our last visit:


For example, the Merry Go Round saw a lot of action from us this time:

I just about threw up on this thing. Notice it is the "American Truck"

Sunday evening we went to dinner in a charming restaurant that we could even walk to from the grounds of the property. And Monday after breakfast we packed up shop and left. But here are a few shots of the interior:

Our bedroom (which I managed to never get a photo of, crazy!) had a new bathroom added on as part of a recent addition. It's a jungle bathroom, complete with a monkey.

And hand-painted bamboo walls. And below is our private dressing room in between our bathroom and bedroom.

The parlor and piano, which I am proud to say I did tinker on.

The living room and fireplace:

Part of the master bedroom.

And part of its bathroom, for Her

And here's the other master bath, for Him
And if you want to read in the bathroom, you can lie down here:

Or just go out into the other bedroom

Or just go sit in the library.

If you need a towel, no need to panic.

Another bedroom

And yet another bedroom. There are 2 I didn't even get photos of, ironically the one we stayed in last year, and the one we stayed in this time!
Don't fall down the stairs after all the reading!

Here we are, on our way out the door from Narnia and back to Kansas. I mean, Nice.
All joking aside, it was great to see Michael and the old gang again. How lucky we are! Ya da di di di da da.......