Month: January 2014

An almost in my Secret Provence

This week’s “almost” was visited by chance.

Remi and I were taking the puppers on a walk in my Secret Provence, when my thoughts turned to the ad for a house that I had seen for sale there. It was recognizable from far due to the unusual slanted roof on the terrace.

It usually Remi who is the King of gathering clues from real estate photos but this time I took the prize of the hunt and we approached closer to investigate.

As we stood in front of its rather plain facade (dated 1789), a man happened to leave the front door and he stopped to look at us questioningly. Remi took the initiative to approach and yes, it turned out that he was the owner of the house. Would we like to visit it?

It was exceedingly kind and so we accepted. He asked his Wife to drop of one of their children in his stead and I waited outside while Remi took a tour, he replaced me and it was my turn.

The sun was already going down so most of the following photos have been borrowed from the net, again, my apologies for the quality.

The first room is a salon – larger than what is shown here – with absolutely beautiful stone walls, an ample fireplace and beams that could be charming painted off-white. There are several interesting niches in the walls. The tile floor could easily be recovered with parquet.
The rather large kitchen is followed by a storage room with a separate entrance. The only element to salvage here would be the carved wooden drawers and doors, very Provençal and they could be quite nice if stripped and stained a light grey.
The staircase was also just gorgeous–again, my photo doesn’t do it justice. On the right, you can see the hodgepodge of what is called pierre froide and on the left, more perfect blocks of stone from the quarries of Fontvielle.
I actually quite liked this room, save for the modern windows. The fireplace on the right functions and so I thought that this would make a very good library/movie and guest room. Imagine the parquet, window frames and the big wooden beams stripped and stained light grey or griege and walls lined with books…This room would have been where my desk could have been as well.

There is a charming ancient wooden doorway leading to the master bath and what they use as the master bedroom. This would have been Remi’s office. We could have covered the white tile either with jute or our old carpets or both. Cream walls, lots of our collection of old photos on the walls…and there you go.
Upstairs, there are two rooms both with the same parquet and some nice stone detailing that have been integrated with the contemporary structure. That could have been either the bedroom and a dressing or one large bedroom. Parquet treated, walls and pesky window frames painted, ciel du lit and mini lustre installed…it would be a whole different story. Really!

And then there is the massive terrace, partially covered for summer lunches (a must)…

…with its incredible view/s…

…that are west-facing for stunning sunset views. As folks live outdoors nearly six months a year…well, this was very, very tempting. Very tempting.
But…you see where I am going with this? Just as one does not buy a house for architectural details, sadly (!), one does not buy a house for a terrace! For while we could really, really see ourselves on that terrace with that view, we could not see ourselves living in the house. 
It is actually a very good house in many aspects. Everything has been completely renovated (and nicely done) from roof to electricity to flooring, something which is very, very unusual in our price range. 
Alas no is no. It was good to try and very kind of the owner to welcome us.
We do love this corner of the Secret Provence and felt very good walking around the streets after the sun went down. It was so quiet and so charming. So this is an area where we will keeping searching in priority. If you have figured out where it is, please shhh…It is fun for all of us to have secrets sometimes.
So, I am curious, can you see the possibilities here or not at all? You asked to see as much as possible…I listened! 
Have an excellent rest of your weekend!

Menton in colors, textures and patina

“It looks like it is still night out!” Remi exclaimed with unbridled surprise as he stumbled into the living room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He found me sitting on the couch with my laptop balanced on my knees, clutching my mug of coffee and wedged in between two furry friends. The darkness of the morning had left me feeling cold and pressed flat. Winter is in like Flynn.

Well, what finer cure could there be than to remember the vibrancy of our visit to Menton? For it had taken place on a similarly cloud-covered day, one that had miraculously let the colors glow brighter and the texture of time’s patina stand out in greater relief.

I grabbed photographs quickly on that walk, furtive glances shooting off the stones. For I am realizing now that in order to see specifically, I cannot be good company. I am either with my eyes or with those around me, rarely both. And frankly, I was having too fine a time to sacrifice more than a few seconds here or there. Laughter is contagious and I love it when it peals like bells. My friends – not to mention the puppers pulling at their leashes at all the new around them – had my full attention.

But these few stolen mementos did their job and warmed my heart a little this morning. Appreciating imperfection is endlessly cheering, isn’t it? So it is with these quiet months, for without them there would be no spring.

The genteel charm of Menton in off-season

What do you think of when you imagine the Côte d’Azur? For me, the first image that springs to mind is a literal one of Jaques-Henri Lartigue’s photographs of his muse, the sultry glamorous Renée. Or perhaps the Murphy’s picnicking on the sands with the Fitzgerald’s in a devil may care fashion. So imagine my disappointment on my first visit to the French Riviera to find it over-built, over-busy, over-bling.

That champagne bubble swiftly popped.

Happily, I was invited to spend several truly wondrous days in Menton during les fêtes and there, during this sleepy time of year, I found the stuff of my dreams.

The mystery of it all…

…was rather romantic.
Stairs lead down to secret gardens…

…and up to sweeping sea views…

…the best of which was reserved…

…for those resting eternally…

…in yet another cemetery that left me breathless with wonder.

But oh, there was much charm of the genteel kind…

…for those still walking and laughing, as we did.

Wobbling arm in arm over stone-paved alleys, peeking towards horizons…
…passing a many fruit-laden bower with goods ripe for the picking.

Senses set to soften and soothe…

…to bring out the readiness to play.

Isn’t that the essence of their essence? Those long-ago loungers living for…

…luxe, calme et volupté? *

I felt right home, lost in time, slipping into a sweet vortex, accompanied by friends and a red-headed tree…
…giving a wink to me and the coast of near-by Italy (but more of that soon).
I don’t want to spend too much effort to imagine how very different this town must be sweating under the full summer swing. No, I am perfectly content, delighted even to have been slightly off and slightly on in the off-season of Menton. 
to listen:
* L’invitation au voyage
Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe à la douceur
D’aller là-bas vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir
Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillés
De ces ciels brouillés
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes
Si mystérieux
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l’ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
À l’âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde;
C’est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.
— Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs,
Les canaux, la ville entière,
D’hyacinthe et d’or;
Le monde s’endort
Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
— Charles Baudelaire

Invitation to the Voyage
My child, my sister,
Think of the rapture
Of living together there!
Of loving at will,
Of loving till death,
In the land that is like you!
The misty sunlight
Of those cloudy skies
Has for my spirit the charms,
So mysterious,
Of your treacherous eyes,
Shining brightly through their tears.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
Gleaming furniture,
Polished by the years,
Will ornament our bedroom;
The rarest flowers
Mingling their fragrance
With the faint scent of amber,
The ornate ceilings,
The limpid mirrors,
The oriental splendor,
All would whisper there
Secretly to the soul
In its soft, native language.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
See on the canals
Those vessels sleeping.
Their mood is adventurous;
It’s to satisfy
Your slightest desire
That they come from the ends of the earth.
— The setting suns
Adorn the fields,
The canals, the whole city,
With hyacinth and gold;
The world falls asleep
In a warm glow of light.
There all is order and beauty,
Luxury, peace, and pleasure.
— Translation by William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

An almost in St. Hilaire d’Ozilhan

Let the games begin!
One thing is certain for 2014…we are going to have to move out of our current apartment before the end of June. So that gives us six months to cast our net far and wide to find something. Should we rent or buy? How far away from Arles could we stray due to Remi’s work projects? Both of these questions remain undecided but we know from experience that the best thing to do in such circumstances is to dive in and start swimming…

Remi came across a property in the tiny village (and I do mean tiny) of St. Hilaire d’Ozilhan, not far from Uzès. We both were surprised by the gorgeous Renaissance architecture present in many of the homes. Would that be the case for the house we were to visit?
Well, as the garage (which we would make a fantastic atelier for Remi) dates to 1725, we knew that things were off to a good start.
The charm of the spiraling staircase in the entry was undeniable.
The house hadn’t been lived in for years, one of several properties that had been “collected” in the area by a foreign owner who was now selling off the lot. And so cobwebs drooped and the stone walls had sucked up a fair amount of humidity but nothing that a good airing out couldn’t cure. And speaking of walls, well, look at all of the unusual curves crying out one of my very favorite words: patina.
And the vaulted ceiling in the kitchen! Pitterpat, pitterpat. Oh my. It is far more beautiful than my flash-crammed photos portray (our visit was rapid fire and that shows in the “photography”–my apologies!). But I think that you can imagine what it would look like with a little love and care…
…the same can be said for the small, walled in courtyard. Yes, that glass covered archway spans two floors. Could it have been part to a church? Read on…
The upper level consists of two connected rooms. In the first is an impressive fireplace and the floor is covered by the most ancient stone dallage that I have ever seen in a home, anywhere…

…plus some truly interesting built in “shelves” that must have been either doorways or windows at another period.

The second room has similar fascinating architectural details, such as this alcove made out of what appears to be a former bassin.
But the pièce de résistance is another, even more impressive fireplace. Take a look at the carved stone supports beneath the mantel. They most certainly look like the portals of a Romanesque church entryway to me! Incroyable.

Opposite, a very large glass window overlooks the courtyard.

Now, this photo has been provided by the real estate agent. Do you see the white square on the floor on the left? That is a trapdoor that leads up to the uppermost level from below. This entire floor has yet to be renovated, as you can tell!

From the outside, the house has a very sober appearance, belying little of what lies within.
The verdict? Well, if you remember the title, this goes into the “almost” category. It is not for us. As crazy as we both were for many of the details, one does not buy a house for details! And it really reminded us strongly of our previous apartment in the 17th century hôtel particulier in Arles. It too had  a walled-in garden that left us craning to search for the sun. As exceptional as it was, lack of light was the main reason why we left. The feeling here – a weighty boxed in one – is exactly the same. Plus, it just isn’t practical for us. If we converted the upper floor into a bedroom and bath, that would still mean only one bedroom, which, while fine for us (given that the garage could have been Remi’s office, a must), means that it would be impossible to resell.
So, voila! Now, I won’t show you every house that we visit (I won’t breathe a whisper about the two that we saw after this one) but this was too interesting, too original to resist. I can still never get over the layers of history that we live with in France. It is beautiful isn’t it?
Have a wonderful weekend everyone.

And I also would just like to say thank you for sticking with me these past few weeks while I have been away. I really thought that I would have lost readers and I didn’t. I most certainly appreciate your being here…un grand merci…

Lost in the Looking, part 2

We are still, still in the Luberon. One more day then one more en plus with the absolute bonafide deadline of tomorrow stretched out as thin as a noonday shadow.
I am digging back in the “unpublished” file for these photos, just as I did for the previous post.
I had different eyes then. And different scenery too.
This current pair, belonging to a lacsidaisical me dawdling in between years with a sleepy yawn, has been resting in soft-focus. So the title, chosen long ago, as a followup to who knows what, remains relevant, right in the middle of this particular moment.
My face lifts toward the window frame and my soul flies out, rainward. Thoughtless and ghostlike. I am content to take in the lolling waltz of the fog as it dances back then forward then back over the ridge of the mountaintop.
Because, after a tiny struggle, I have given up on the desire to capture it or anything, if only for a little while longer. Not seeing then, that comes after. Just lost in the looking with vision wiped slowly clean to move forward, better and soon.
Ps. Oh dear me! It is only now, as Remi and I have made pur daily trip to Simiane to have solid internet contact that I see that in my in-between haze I completely and utterly forgot about this months By Invitation Only party!!! Now, those of you who have been reading for awhile might guess at how much I love participating in this group of talented writers. And funnily enough, this month´s theme is “Changes, Moving Forward.” Now, I had to smile in seeing that, knowing the final sentence written above a few hours earlier. Apparently, the theme was in my noggin somehow. For I really believe that first things first, a breathing time AND a tabla rasa have to happen before any real change of the lasting kind can happen. And change is certainly ahead for Remi and I, certainly at least moving house before next summer. The rest is still in the air and ideas are not quite formed. We will find our way forward together.
And please do take inspiration from those on a faster track than I am (!) by visiting the lovely Marsha’s Splenderosa:

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