And with the arrival of mon pére were great quality pictures of our life here in Anse and the greater Rhone-Alpes region.
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Chez nous
(our house) |
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| View from the guest room |
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| Front porch usually full of kids |
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| Les balancoires |
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| Lison, Adéle et Castille |
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| Moi |
Lyon tourisme
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Le fourviere
(the hill on which one prays) |
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Croix Rousse
(the hill on which one works) |
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Place Bellecour
Louis XIV |
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Place Jacobin
(as seen by Jacobson) |
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| Rue Mercière |
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| Le Fourviere |
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| Pops en France |
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Lunch at Le Fourviere
(in this picture you cannot see the spectacular view) |
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| Scallops |
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Tiny pieces of foie gras
amongst other assorted meats |
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| Creme Brulée avec un toile |
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Oh the fromage
(morbier, tomme, brie) |
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| Roman amphitheater |
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| French ceanothus |
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| Cathedral St. Jean |
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A cow much like
the one in Lionel's jardin |
La Rue des Ramparts
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| Foot dans le jardin |
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Jasper looking over the wall
at Lionel's cow in his garden |
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La Rue des Ramparts
(our street) |
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| Un jumeau dans la rue |
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| Un ballon dans la rue |
Spring is Brocante season. Instead of your typical garage/yard sale in many villages there are Brocantes. These are more like yard sale flea markets. People bring their stuff to a common area and buy space from whomever is hosting. The first of the 2 that my dad was lucky enough to experience was in the next town over. This brocante featured a gallette, a sweet bread made in the city ovens. It also featured the snail farm which we were fortunate to have a tour of. And lastly it featured a complete deluge that we had to be rescued from by car.
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| Brocante de Amberieux |
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| Snail Farm! |
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| What is this you ask... |
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| violá, les escargots |
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These snails were not good looking enough to be
sold for food and we were used for procreation.
This room smelled really really really bad |
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| Gallettes |
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It doesn't look like it's a complete
downpour here, but alas, it was |
The Beaujolais
Just driving willy-nilly through the hill(y)s
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| Theize |
Oignt
If you come to visit, we are sure to bring you to Oignt. The beautiful town with the horrible name and the "descriptive patches"
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The region is called Pierre D'Orée
"golden stone" |
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The view from the tower.
Seems peaceful non?
Try visiting with 2 young brothers who
REEEEAAAALLLYYY want to look out of
the telescope RIGHT NOW( and be first on the stairs)!!!! |
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If you could mute out the whiny cries of American children
you could here the beautiful chiming of these church bells. |
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| Lady Madonna |
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Maybe ice cream and coke isn't the best formula
for quiet peacefulness... |
Chez John-Peter
Jean-Pierre is the cousin of our neighbor François. He has a beautiful vineyard in the Savoie region. He showed us around the winery and then took us for a little drive through his vineyards, some of which were on the side of a steep mountain. It was not a drive for the weak-hearted.
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| John-Peter et moi |
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Not sure why this got the thumbs down
I give it a definite thumbs up |
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| grape press |
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| les gars were most impressed with the bottle labeller |
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| steep grapes |
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| random château |
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| Quick stop in Aix-Les-Bains |
And back to Anse for a pre-brocante barbecue with the conscrits class of 94
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| Bill, Lionel and their good friend Ricard |
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Nanie, Lisa et Elodie
Chin!! |
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Oh the fromage!
(brie et chevre) |
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Petanque that was snafued by
kids! Pesky kids |
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| Sleep over chez nous |
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| Me in my most frequent pose |
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Brocante #2
Cécile, Elodie et enfants working
the Anse brocante |
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Villefranche
The capital of the Beaujolais |
Hameau George DeBoeuf
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A Napoleans train
Not THE Napolean |
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| Beaucoup les cuvettes |
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| beaucoup des tonneaux |
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| le jardin |
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| le petit chariot |
Frog "legs" at chez Bibets avec La Rue des Ramparts
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| Grenouille!! |
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| fried sardine appetizer |
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Les Grenouilles
I think frog legs is not the right term, it's more like
frog lower half.
The real debate is whether you eat the little bones, like Elodieor you spit them into a big pile like Elodie's grandmother and Christophe.
I was somewhere in the middle. |
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| They were quite deliceaux |
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| Maybe the 5th attempt at a panorama. |
Tour of Anse
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La Marie
(the town hall) |
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| Castle road |
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Le Château des Tours
The castle you can see from our house |
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| Le chat des tours |
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| La rue de castel |
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| The old well |
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| The Saone |
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| Candy in nature |
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| Boys in nature |
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Boy and candy in nature
(remember the euro-mantra?) |
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Other boy in nature
(not bored) |
Back to Lyon
Exploring Croix Rousse
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| Place Terreaux |
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Pops Terreaux
(Is it possible that his nose looks bigger?) |
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| Lyon City Hall |
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| Fountain Bertholdi |
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Look closely and you can see steam
coming from the horses nostrils.
Cooool. |
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| art shot |
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Tourism is better with a beer
(I think I got the beer) |
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| Cool coin Croix Rousse |
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| Add caption |
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Montée de la Grande Côte
An ancient street that once hosted
many Canuts (silk weavers) of the area |
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| Graffitti |
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This truly was a fantastic road. Now you will see too many pictures of Lyon
taken from this road. |
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| art shot |
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| fountain in the opera square |
Back to Anse
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| Petite Apéro |
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It's better to have some wine
before riding to dinner in the trunk |
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| Sur la Saone |
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| Resto Belle Rives |
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| Lison et sa maman |
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Bob trying to read the menu without glasses
Beaune
(Ou? Bone. Quoi? Beun. Quoi?? Beune!!!! Ahhh Beaune!!!)
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Beaune is in the Bourgogne (Burgundy) region of France. Unlike Beaujolais wine, this wine is known to be world class.
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Hospices de Beaune
This refuge was built by the Chancellor of Beaune in the 1400s in response
to the terrible state of living after the 100 years war. It continued to
provide shelter and care for the poor (and the rich) into the 1980s
The architecture is typical of the Bourgogne region. |
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| The ceiling in the room for the poor |
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| Old medicaments |
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Every hospital should
have a library of wine tasters |
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Sacrilege but I ordered a hamburger in Beaune
It was the best hamburger I have ever eaten. |
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| Famous wine |
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| Sad lion |
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| SONS! |
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| These were sniffers to identify smells from wine |
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Hallelujah!
France, pick up your dogshit!!!! |
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This was our last day with tourist-dad
Here he is in his element. |
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My favorite shot.
Á tout a l'heure! |
