I have found my newest mission in life: I will build an army, march to Villandry, and take over. Who would have guessed that the castle I researched for French class when I was fifteen would end up to be my favorite in the Loire Valley?
So, it's been one crazy week, as usual. And I haven't had much time at all, but I figure I had better blog now before I leave on another adventurous weekend! Last Friday morning, I got up early to pack for our trip to Tours in the Loire Valley. I knew it was going to be a great weekend because I found coffee in to-go cups at a snack (that's legit franglais for a café) across the street. Then it was off to la gare with Laura. I had a typical Shanley travel experience (train-style, this time), as I arrived about three minutes before my train left and had to sprint all the way down to voiture 15 (car 15) where my seat was. Once I got settled, though, I knew I had found my new favorite way of traveling. The views were spectacular and I enjoyed taking artsy photos, writing postcards, and doing crosswords. The best part was when we were stopped at the station in Toulon - I was in the middle of a puzzle that happened to have the clue "To be, in Toulon". It was an exciting moment.
The first connection was in Lyon, where I met up with Lara and Mary Jo, the other two girls from the AIFS group who were traveling with us. Laura was on a different train on the way there. They were happy to see that I had made our train. From Lyon, it was on to Tours - the long ride. This time, though, it was exciting to see the California-esque towns of the south transform into cute little "Beauty and the Beast" towns of the central and northern regions. There were many farms and fields - it reminded me a little bit of the British countryside at times.
When we finally arrived in Tours, it was almost 9:00 at night. We split up to find our hotels; Laura and I were in a different one from the others. This was quite the adventure - it was dark, we didn't know the city well, and it turns out Google Maps lied to me about which way we were exiting the train station AND which street our hotel was on. Merci Dieu (thank God) for the iPod touch - after inconspicuously pawning free WiFi from McDonald's to look up a real map, we thought we were home-free.
That is, until we reached our hotel and found the door shut and locked and the lobby lights turned off. No bell. No one to answer a phone call at the desk.
Luckily, there was another hotel just next door. It was more expensive and just a little bit sketchy, but the rooms looked decent (and by decent I mean there was a private bathroom and no bed bugs - yes, I checked) so we went for it rather than wander around a strange city after dark. The man working at the desk appeared to live in the room behind the desk (he was ALWAYS there) and it wasn't until we were about to check out that we finally spotted another live human being, presumably a guest (not that we saw any corpses, but we wouldn't have been too surprised at that point). Anyway, the four of us met up again at the train station and found a wonderful Italian restaurant for dinner. They had fantastic pizza, pasta, and gelato.
Saturday morning, we got up bright and early for our castle tour! Laura and I stumbled upon a briocherie right across the street and got - you guessed it - brioches for breakfast. These are delicious pastries and we were there so early that they were still warm from the oven! We also grabbed baguettes for snacking purposes throughout the day, just in case.
Our tour bus turned out to be a small van, and in the morning, it was just the four of us and a woman from Australia. She was great to talk to - very friendly and we loved her accent. Our tour guide, Cécile, was also quite the character. She spoke in English during the morning part because the Australian woman didn't speak much French. Our morning lineup was Villandry and Azay-le-Rideau, the castles I've never seen before. It was a beautiful morning - the skies were clear and there was just a tiny bit of fog and haze that made it seem like we were in a fairy tale. Villandry was absolutely one of my favorite places in France - the gardens were gorgeous and elaborate. We even sneaked a taste of some grapes growing on the terrace and I may have swiped a very small, neglected-looking apple (which was delicious, by the way, and so worth it). We didn't have time to go inside the castle itself, but the gardens were the real attraction and we were so happy we spent all our time there.
Next, it was time for Azay-le-Rideau. This was a castle surrounded by water that was designed by a woman (which was very unusual for that time) and the feminine influence was obvious. It was small, and the rooms inside were cozy and intimate. We made sure that we left some time to walk around the outside of the castle - it is famous for its reflection in the oh-so-calm water, which really was incredible. Exactly like a mirror.
Afterwards, Cécile dropped us off in Tours again for a quick lunch (quiche and a very messy but delicious éclair) and we met up again at the bureau de tourisme (tourist office). This time, there were four other students who joined us for the afternoon - one from the United States, one from Italy, and two from Germany. Everyone spoke French, so our afternoon tour was given all in French. Our two castles were Chenonceau and Chambord, which I have seen before, but they are stunning and definitely worth a second look. Chenonceau is another one designed in a feminine style, the setting of the ever-famous Diane de Poitiers/Catherine de Medici drama. (Chenonceau was built by Henri II for his mistress, Diane de Poitiers, which did not make his wife, Catherine de Medici, particularly happy. There are several engravings in the castle of a crest with H and C, which intertwine to create a D. All Hill-Murray Frenchies should remember the white board drawings of that crest well.) Also, Chenonceau is the only castle built across the Loire like a bridge. On the second floor, there was an art exhibit by André Brasilier. I'd never heard of him before, but he specializes in painting musical and feminine scenes - perfect. I loved his work. The only bad part was that Chenonceau is STILL under construction, so (as you can see below) there was monstrous scaffolding. Oh well.
Everyone was nodding off on the way to Chambord. We did pass Cheverny and Fougeres on the way and at least one person got a picture of each as we zoomed by. Chambord was having a chocolate festival! Quelle chance! (What luck!) There were also musicians setting up in the foyer of the castle (real musicians including violin, viola, cello, harpsichord, and I swear I heard a flute...) We didn't get to hear them actually play, but they were doing microphone testing so we listened to their warm-ups. Chambord is a massive castle with lots of exhibits and terraces to explore, and we had quite a bit of time here.
Afterwards, we drove along the Loire and got a beautiful view of the town of Blois. I wish we had gotten to stop at the castle there; for some reason, I've always found it rather enchanting. By that time, though, we were all exhausted and falling asleep in the van, so we were happy to return to Tours for the evening.
We weren't done, though - I was determined to see at least something in Tours! This is the second time I've been there (not to mention the presentation I gave on it for Dubin's class), and both times I've gotten really good vibes from the city and never gotten to fully explore it. We all decided to head to the Cathedral, which far exceeded my expectations. It is a massive building; the engravings are indescribably elaborate. The inside was like ice. I suppose it takes a lot to heat the building, and it is only mid-October. It really was an amazing sight.
By this time, we were starving and our feet were giving out, and nobody wanted to spend a lot of money on food. We were super classy; we grabbed packaged sandwiches from a grocery store and ate them while sitting on a curb. It actually made for great people-watching.
To me, Tours was a great example of one of the points in a book I've been slowly reading over the semester: Sixty Million Frenchmen Can't Be Wrong. It talks about the cultural differences between France and the United States (written by a couple; the man is French and the woman is Canadian, if I remember correctly), and one that I found most interesting was the fact that in France, they live amidst their history in their everyday lives. I think that that is what I love most about France; they don't block off historical monuments and areas in the way we do - they live in, work in, and visit them every day. I took a video while I was in Tours standing in the middle of the place (square) in front of the train station. As you stand in one spot and turn 360 degrees, you could see the tourist office and a very touristy street; an older, historic-looking street, the train station and other fancy, artistic buildings; a bike path lined with huge, lush trees; and a monstrosity of a modern building that appeared to be a kind of convention center. It was incredible.
The other thing I really enjoyed about Tours was that it has a real autumn! The leaves were just starting to change color. I bet if we were there right now, it would be stunning.
Saturday night was another evening where I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Luckily, all of our stuff was intact and present when we got back to the hotel room (not that we dared to leave anything valuable, but I did appreciate having pajamas to sleep in). Sunday morning was even earlier than Saturday - our train left at seven in the morning. This time, we were early.
It was freezing cold on the train to and in Paris, but we were not complaining - we were in Paris for two hours! It was Sunday morning in the off-season, though, so there wasn't much open. We had to switch train stations, and we thought about running to see the Bastille in our free time, but coffee won out. There were a bunch of cute cafés near the Gare de Lyon, where we were to catch our train back to Cannes, and we successfully ordered in French in Paris on very little sleep WITHOUT the server speaking English back to us.
The last leg of the journey to Cannes was maybe the weirdest part of the whole weekend. I was in a voiture apart from everyone else, and decidedly, it was the crazy car. Not even five minutes into the trip, a woman a few rows away started throwing a FIT. I didn't catch what the man sitting across from her did, but this was one of the times I was thrilled to be able to understand a lot of French. She said a lot, including her taglines, "You're not respecting me!" "Je n'accepte pas!!!" ("I don't accept that!!!") "Ferme ta bouche!" ("Shut up!") She then went on to yell a lot about a medication, her four children, and something about anorexia, and she kept demanding that the man switch seats. She also used every French profanity that I know and probably many more that I don't know. Some other passengers tried to calm her down (she started throwing punches at them and her husband, presumably, had to restrain her) and many more around me made snide comments. One of the train workers eventually stopped by (they take their own sweet time in France) after she had returned to her seat; I'm not sure what was decided. After that fiasco, there was an old lady who kept running up and down the aisle, pointing at the suitcases, raving about the weather, running up and down the stairs, and obsessing over getting off at the right stop for the last twenty minutes of the trip. It was definitely an interesting traveling experience.
This week has been a lot of school. I officially began my internship at the Conservatoire. The kids are just adorable! It is taking a lot to get used to it; music may be the "universal language" but music theory is quite another story! Next week, I'll be there for all three classes on both Monday and Tuesday; it's going to be difficult to keep my head in French mode (REAL French mode, at real French speed) for four and a half hours in the evenings. But it'll be worth it. Also, I get my flute back next Tuesday! Finally!
We also had to finish up our movie for cinema class. It's taking longer than expected; editing technology is stupid and so was our boom mic, apparently. So...we're still not finished. We did, however, finally finish our French Revolution reacting game for Beth's class! My character died. But so did most of us, and King Louis XVI was put back on the throne and there was no revolution - that was my main objective. I love rewriting history.
The French are quite out of sorts about their new retirement age. At first, it was kind of cool to witness the strikes and protests, but now it is getting old, especially when it interferes with potential travel opportunities. Most buses and trains went on another strike on Tuesday, which extended to Wednesday, which extended to Thursday and then today. All of this for a 62-year retirement age? Vraiment? Katie, Alejandra, and I were thinking about a trip to Cinque Terre, Italy this weekend, but we weren't going to know until today which trains were going to be on strike tomorrow. We went down to the station and it looks like we'll be able to get there, and our tickets were super cheap! So, in a mere seven hours, I will be en train d'Italie (on my way to Italy)! I had never heard of Cinque Terre before, but I did a Google image search and was sold right away. We'll mostly be hiking through the hills - it's kind of like a national park that includes five beautiful cities along the sea. I think that easy weekend travels in Europe are definitely some of my favorite parts of this experience.