I am not a tourist, I'm a.....:
I am an author and an artist and some of my work is set in France. My novels are very popular in ex-pat communities (because they are set in ex-pat situations) and I thought members of Expatica would like to know.
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I am starting a company with a mission: To make an expat feel as a local as soon as possible. In order to do so I would like to know the challenges you had when you first came here. Was the problem in finding a good school, or were you overwhelmed by all the insurances we Dutchies have. Or was it just plain difficult to get things done in terms of taxes and administration? Or all together something totally different? Please leave me your comments in the box below (and yes you ARE allowed to rant and rave:)) or send me a message. Thanks for your help! Jacqueline ter Haar
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ummer was only just starting, so things were green and lush. The advantage of this is that you see a lot of wild flowers and the most exquisite birds (I sketched quite a lot of birds), and the vistas are splendid - there is nothing, truly nothing, quite as wonderful as sitting with a glass of ...
One of the places we stayed was called Mbongo Safari Park. It was one of the best places we stayed in, with excellent accommodation and a wonderful restaurant. (The restaurants in the Kruger were very basic – fi...
The recent events with Megan and her Maths teacher in the UK/France have triggered a media interest in my book "A Call from France". I thought you'd be interested in an extract:-
We moved house. The isolation of Tulips took its toll on all of us and the babes in part...
Yesterday I was with an English girlfriend as we strolled along in the French autumn sunshine doing a spot of window-shopping. They call it leche-vitrine in French, ie window-licking. It set us thinking about translations of similar phrases and this is what we came up with:-
There has been a great deal in the newspapers in the UK about the runaway girl, Megan, and her Maths teacher. It sparked a media interest in my book "A Call from France" which deals with those very same situations and issues. Available as a paperback or as an e-book from most book stores...
One part of a 9-part series. Http://www.turquoisemoon.co.uk The property had originally owned all the surrounding land for many miles in each direction, but the previous incumbents had sold off most of it, leaving just 3 or 4 hectares immediately around the house and in the woods behind.
There is a 12’ wall around the entire perimeter (though not in the woods), much of which had crumbled away. This was a very major task not just because of the man hours involved in re-building the broken parts, nor the expense of buying the appropriate tools, but because getting hold of clean uncut stone was not easy. There were several old farms in the area selling off piles of stone all right, but they were invariably attached (the stones that is, not the farms) to cement and concrete, layers of very hard mud and stones. Cleaning them off and making them useable doubled – if not tripled – the man hours needed.
photo taken in 1949
The interior of the house was vastly more urgent, or so we thought till we were burgled. Both our elder son and our daughter, completely accustomed to hard work on their home, joined a couple of men and worked steadily, hour after hour, wheeling piles of stone back and forth, and buckets of cement. It took several weeks. The back gate, which had completely fallen off its hinges, was reinstated, and the front gate repaired. Both gates date to the original property, huge iron things that I painted royal blue.
A road runs along the front of the property, in the summer quite a busy road because it leads to the island of Oleron. We were well protected from this by big fine old trees, mostly pine, that lined the wall. Then, at the end of the millennium, came the Big Storm in which 36 local people were killed, 762 seaside businesses destroyed, almost all roofs lost – and almost all trees.
That was devastating. Not only did we then have the massive task of re-building the house we had spent the previous five years working on, but all our lovely trees were gone too. Once again, the interior of the house was more important – the storm had been so bad that windows had been blown in, carpets ruined, pictures unhinged from the walls, ornaments smashed to smithereens. Cry ? No, I didn’t cry. We were far too busy for that.
When we finally got to the wall we really had no choice but to build it higher using boards. We couldn’t afford more stone, let alone the labour. It is not ideal to this day, but it works. Every year we plant two or three more trees.
One very interesting old feature outside is the dove cote. It dates to the 1600s and is far older than the Chateau. This part of France tends to not have cellars in old houses, but this ancient dove cote did have a cellar. It is quite likely that ice was kept down there, brought by horse and cart from the mountains at the other side of France. It makes one realize how tough life must have been in the days before fridges!
At some stage, however, the cellar had been used as a septic tank-stroke-garbage dump. There was only the one outdoor WC when we bought the place, but in the dove cote we could see traces of what may well have once been a Wc, quite possibly a double WC. In this area I have on more than one occasion seen planks with two, or even three holes cut in to them so that loo-attendees could sit and do their doings in unison, Roman-style. Indeed, this was a Roman area, so may well have been influenced by precisely that.
Children being children, of course, felt that the best possible place to play was down in this stinking cellar and they thought I was really very unreasonable to tell them not to. Down there, however, they did find two most attractive candlesticks, dating from 1880 or so, which I cleaned up and which are now on display. Please don't touch !
This post was edited by Cathie3742 at February 5, 2013 1:03:18 PM CET