Without going in to tedious detail that just gets me shouting at inanimate objects….this was a statement made recently to Dom. I think there are more important things for people to focus on than our decision to move to France and the fact that it doesn’t fit in with a particular picture of ‘responsible life’.
I promise this will evolve into something positive, stay with me here, I need a little rant.
So, for those people who are sneering at us or angry with us because they see what we are doing as a rejection of a particular defined ‘perfect and responsible life’ – take a moment to reflect on why you are directing your anger and nastiness in our direction. I am sorry that you get upset when people act in a way that doesn’t support your carefully created views and I am sorry if you have an uncontrollable urge to put people down so you feel better about yourself. I am NOT sorry for how I have chosen to live my life. There. Rant over. Thank you for letting me get that off my chest. …luckily these ‘people’ are a minority. I have been really heartened by the encouragement and support we have been receiving from almost all of our friends and family. (Thank you!!)
And in case anyone was wondering – we have not moved in to some oversized castle and now spend our days lazing about the many sitting rooms contemplating our next meal. We are in a modest farmhouse…which is less a farmhouse and more a grouping of outbuildings that were randomly connected together – with the old bread oven at the centre. We have faltering electricity, a pool that is shifting down the hill and Dom is convinced the villagers stole our water (really, I should never have let him watch Jean de Florette!). But you know what- we do sit on our slightly dodgy terrace most evenings, looking out at the amazing sunsets, breathing in the sheep-tinged air and we feel good. Oh and we probably do do a lot of contemplating about food, but we multi task and try do that while we are actually working.
To close I will step up again on my soap box and share my top 2 rules for life:
Et voila… of course this is for my life right now …the list will likely grow to include things like –heating is overrated, or wine in a box is a good thing.
The title refers to 2 slightly different dilemmas…one –Dom and I trying to break ourselves from our London approach to daily life and two, our impatience to get things sorted and really immerse ourselves in our new life. One could argue they are the same thing.
Now, before I go on don’t think I am slamming London- I love London and absolutely loved living there for twelve and a half years….rural France obviously isn’t perfect either but for where I am in my life right now, this is the place to be.
OK – so, some London daily life habits that need ‘adjustment’ in Southwest rural France.
Can’t we have it now?
Subject to change of course…come back here in truffle season. So here they are in no particular order.
2. Fromage. I will likely never be able to taste every single cheese in France. But I will do my best. Cheese, cheese, everywhere: goat, sheep, cow, creamy, dry, sharp, blue, wrapped in leaves, rolled in ash, infused with truffles….
3. The menu du jour at most brasseries/local restaurants. A bargain! For 12-16 euro you get 3 courses of very good seasonal food. Usually 2-3 choices each for the starter, main and dessert – and often a coffee comes with the meal as well. So far we haven’t had a bad meal. Top that with a ‘demi’/pitcher (500mL)of the house wine for a pittance and two people can have a very satisfying lunch for around 30 euro.
4. The bread and pastries in France are not overrated. A good crusty ‘Quercynoise’ loaf and a pain aux raisin – and I am a happy bunny.
5. And, of course, the markets. Apart from the amazing array of beautiful, seasonal food and artisanal products it is an event in itself, as much a social destination as a necessity for shopping. A lot of the enjoyment comes from chatting to the vendors and watching the world go by. Where I live you can find a market just about every day of the week, but the ‘big ones’ tend to be Saturday (best is Cahors) or Sunday (best is Montcuq).
Except coming out of our taps. For the last two days we were working off of buckets from the green-tinted swimming pool and bottled water. And the adventure continues.
Tuesday we noticed throughout the day the water pressure was getting lower and lower…until finally, after dinner it was down to a pathetic drip. Only a few days earlier we had watched Jean de Florette and Manon de Source. If you know these films you can imagine what silliness was going through our heads (cue visions of Dom setting up explosives to release the hidden water and me seeking revenge on the village for ‘hiding’ the water from us). We decided instead to be sensible and ask our neighbour Patrick if he was having the same issue.
Patrick, I think, is a farmer – I base that on the two giant tractors I see in his barn/garage. But, apparently for the last 9 years, he has also been importing and selling German beer (I forget the brewery, I think it is near Dusseldorf). I think he might have a few other ventures as well. He doesn’t quite know what to make of us yet, but he seemed pleased when we told him we are planning some significant work on the house. He said the previous owner only put in a new boiler for the heating….and the ‘Anglais’ owners before her were more interested in playing golf. Patrick’s mom lives just a few doors down the road (across from the church) and seems very nice- she was recently telling us her husband used to bake bread in our bread oven. Lots of people seem to know Patrick., our contractor even mentioned Patrick when he was over last week. I get the feeling Patrick is the de facto Mayor of the village….
Anyhow, I digress – when I asked Patrick if he was having issues with his water, his partner broke out into peals of laughter and she just kept saying, ‘ahhhh….l’eau’. Patrick explained to us this happens occasionally and we just have to re-do the taps….at which point Dom and I were clearly confused so he offered to show us. ‘Re-doing’ the taps was turning off one of the mains (we have two, one to the village source and one to the SAUR mains), turning on the other, then repeating and supposedly the water just comes back. It didn’t, which puzzled Patrick. He said the whole village had the problem that day and the ‘re-doing’ the taps fixed it. Except for us. Of course.
Finally, after a number of frantic garbled French phone calls over two days, SAUR (the ‘collective group’ that manages most of the water in France) dropped by and had it all fixed in about 15 minutes.
Water back on. Yay! Water pressure now AMAZING. Yay! Boiler can’t cope with fabulous water pressure and overflow nearly floods garage. Not so yay. Luckily (depending on how you define luck, but I am trying to be positive here) we are having a new hot water system installed and integrated with the boiler – so whatever is wrong with the boiler/water pressure will be fixed then.
I think part of getting our water back was us agreeing to some sort of long term contract with SAUR (either that or we just signed our house over to them….not quite sure I was so desperate to have water). Theoretically we have the option to be connected to the village ‘source’ (spring – which runs underground along the back of our property) but the SAUR man told Dom the ‘source’ wasn’t working…strange since it seems to be working for the rest of the village. Oh, and the SAUR man seemed to know Patrick as well.
Who needs clocks! I have church bells that start with a mad frenzy at 7am, and continue throughout the day on the hour and half hour until 10pm. For some reason at 7am and then again at 7pm you not only get the requisite x7 bongs, but then a subsequent cacophony of ringing that last about a minute. If anyone can enlighten me as to why it would be appreciated.
I am pretty sure everyone is aware of the French daily schedule…shops open from about 9 until around 12. In my region shops are shut until 14:30 or 15:00, and then open until about 7pm. Sunday…some things open until noon-ish…boulangerie, boucherie etc. (one must have a decent meal on Sunday!) Everything else is shut. Monday-shut.
If you want to go out to lunch, get to the restaurant between 12-13:30 (or 14:00 if you are lucky) or go hungry until 7pm. I am very privileged and have a Carrefour Contact (a tardis of a store that has almost everything you might need…including socks!) that is open ‘continuously’ from 8-8. More important, I am figuring out the market schedule: Cahors, Wednesday and Saturday, Lalbenque -Saturday, Montcuq – Sunday, Castelnau Montratrier -Sunday.
I am still in my ‘France honeymoon period’ so for the moment I enjoy the schedule, but there also the fact that this is one of the reasons Dom and I have moved to France, where there is a slightly different approach to the infamously difficult work-life balance. AND I have lived here before- so none of these quirks surprises me.
I first lived here as a student and then came back on a short term work permit so was exposed to a different view of daily life. I was living on my own in Orléans student housing, and then a rented room in a flat in Paris. Very different from living with my English husband in an old house in a hamlet with only 10 neighbours. So, I expect some surprises, and welcome them…apart from the kettle slightly catching on fire due to a faulty adaptor. That isn’t a good surprise. And it doesn’t smell very nice either. Which reminds me, I need to chase that ‘devis’ from the electrician.
The good news is my French is coming back to me….but still a lot of work to do. There isn’t really any bad news – just to note an interesting function of my brain, whenever I get stuck in French I tend to bring out something in German rather than English, and I get a bit of a brain freeze and can’t even find the correct English word.
Some key vocabulary for me this week….
Monday morning, off the ferry…into St Malo. We are here. Almost.
Wednesday morning – a visit to the Notaire, to sign the Acte de Vente and get the keys ( a lot of keys). I think we got lucky with our Notaire, he had a very dry sense of humour. At one point noting the ‘out of regulation’ septic tank he noted is up to the Mayor to fine us, and if she fines us she probably has to fine all our neighbours….and then she won’t be Mayor anymore. He also pointed out that we are paying France a lot of money (the equivalent of Stamp Duty in the UK, and it is a fair amount)…then wished us good luck!
Thursday morning- moving in! The truck arrived early the guys doing the move were great (Wheadons- highly recommended!).