No Floridian would be without an umbrella. Sure, we have been in a drought for several years, but I still feel reassured with my umbrella.
But I am always losing umbrellas. . . Just this summer I have bought two black umbrellas with bright polka dots. I know I left one at a restaurant and another. . . . I just remember debating whether to take it on a trip. Did I leave it in the back of a taxi?
My sister has the luck. She left one stiletto heel in the back of a New York taxi. A year later on another trip, she had the same driver who remembered her. . . . And he still had her shoe!
Given the recent weather predictions (and the fact no taxi driver has remembered me), I went out to buy another umbrella—this time one with stripes. One day I may find that taxi with a trunk filled with misplaced umbrellas. Or else I may start wearing stilettos. . . .
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
On Sale - Les Soldes!
Sales take place year round in the States, but in France they are government regulated. Twice a year— January and July. They run at different times in different regions. This year they are running from July 6 through Aug. 9 in the Alpes-Maritimes (Southeast region). During this period of soldes, prices drop each week. At the end of the sale period, clients can take advantage of substantial reductions. . . if they find their size.
Several years ago, we visited sports stores (for those soccer or bike shirts), Galeries Lafayette, Nice Etoile and smaller boutiques. We made a wish list at the beginning of the sales and then returned for more significant markdowns on sunglasses, jewelry and leather bags and sandals.
This year, I had a half day in Antibes at the beginning of the sales. But my daughter went to Cannes in during the second week of sales, which is usually a good time in terms of prices and selections.
The prices were great, but nothing remained in her size. There’s always 2012.
In the meantime, the 2008 purchases are holding out pretty well.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Cats and Macaroons
One of my friends had been posting photos on Facebook of food (bread, and cakes), which got numerous, lengthy commentaries. My photos of historical monuments did not get much more than a “like.”
The other day I posted a photo of colorful macaroons, brought my family who came to dinner. These were not just any macaroons—they came from the Atelier of Jean Luc Pelé in Cannes. Two-inch round sweets that truly melted in my mouth. Fig, lemon, cassis/violet, pistachio are among the numerous flavors.
Needless to say, this photo elicited numerous comments:
"When I walk in front of this store, I close my eyes so I won’t be tempted."--Cathy
"I googled it and found the recipe.”—Jenneine
“Where can you buy these?”-–Mary
“Available at the White Apron.” –Charlie
“CIAO JANE CEST TRES BON LES MACARON SPECIALITEE BORDELAISE GROS BISOUS A BIENTOT.” Francisco
Everyone had a personal experience with macaroons or wanted one.
The next day, I posted a photo of a cute gray cat on FB. Would the cat get as many comments?
At last count, the cat had eight or nine comments compared to the 11+ for the macaroons.
Humm. . . . And what about a cat eating macaroons? If anyone is interested in sharing a macaroon with the cat, she lives at La Boutique (my favorite antique store) in Opio.
This last photo is the window at Aux Delices Antibois, between the Place de Gaulle and the market.
The other day I posted a photo of colorful macaroons, brought my family who came to dinner. These were not just any macaroons—they came from the Atelier of Jean Luc Pelé in Cannes. Two-inch round sweets that truly melted in my mouth. Fig, lemon, cassis/violet, pistachio are among the numerous flavors.
Needless to say, this photo elicited numerous comments:
"When I walk in front of this store, I close my eyes so I won’t be tempted."--Cathy
"I googled it and found the recipe.”—Jenneine
“Where can you buy these?”-–Mary
“Available at the White Apron.” –Charlie
“CIAO JANE CEST TRES BON LES MACARON SPECIALITEE BORDELAISE GROS BISOUS A BIENTOT.” Francisco
Everyone had a personal experience with macaroons or wanted one.
The next day, I posted a photo of a cute gray cat on FB. Would the cat get as many comments?
At last count, the cat had eight or nine comments compared to the 11+ for the macaroons.
Humm. . . . And what about a cat eating macaroons? If anyone is interested in sharing a macaroon with the cat, she lives at La Boutique (my favorite antique store) in Opio.
This last photo is the window at Aux Delices Antibois, between the Place de Gaulle and the market.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Care Packages of sorts. . .
I took a Delta flight through many cities to get to Nice in late June. My suitcase contained three boxes of Cheez-Its (a special request), Crest whitening strips, Neosporin and coffee coolers—among the few items globalization has not brought to France—along with tango shoes and too many clothes.
It’s never a good sign to have your originating flight delayed. The two-hour time between connecting flights in Atlanta and Amsterdam ended in sprints to make boarding at the next gate. I arrived on time in Nice, but my bag arrived 24 hours later. . . .
The airline travel care package consisted of one large t-shirt and very few maintenance items. The only advantage to a delayed bag is that riding the number 250 bus to Juan-les-Pins was much easier. . . .
It’s never a good sign to have your originating flight delayed. The two-hour time between connecting flights in Atlanta and Amsterdam ended in sprints to make boarding at the next gate. I arrived on time in Nice, but my bag arrived 24 hours later. . . .
The airline travel care package consisted of one large t-shirt and very few maintenance items. The only advantage to a delayed bag is that riding the number 250 bus to Juan-les-Pins was much easier. . . .
Sunday, July 3, 2011
De Retour. . .
It’s always good to be back in Juan-les-Pins. 1,80 euros for a café américain (or a larger coffee) on the terrace of the Café de la Plage with a view of the Iles des Lérins. Many of the cafés on the boardwalk have a view that is somewhat obstructed by rooftops of the restaurants below on the beach. But here, I have a panorama. For just 1,80 euros. . .
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Balades sur la Rue Bijou by Jane Tolbert
The Rue Bijou is an experience, not a place or destination.
However, not to be confused with la Rue Bijou is the Boulevard Bijou Plage, which runs perpendicular to the beach known as the Bijou Plage and separates Juan-les-Pins from Golfe Juan. Although boulevard implies something grandiose, this street alternately widens and narrows and crooks up toward Boulevard Poincaré.
Scenery alternates between Mediterranean and mountains. Winter storms erode the beach at Bijou Plage. The view is spectacular--the Iles des Lerins and the Esterel.
Landscapes change dramatically just inland. I've used these impressionistic photos before of the Gorges du Loup as seen from from the Chemin de l'Hubac. The village of Le Bar-sur- Loup is in the center.
I always associate inland region with Opio. I like to stop at La Boutique to see the antiques and to have coffee with a friend and his family. It's a tradition that goes back more than 20 years. For years I have bought or admired things in this store. My tastes have changed--now, light wood or fruit wood, smaller objects, tiny chandeliers or mirrors. . . .small things because I move so much and space is limited. Objects that reflect light or images bring most any space to life.
I love this 18th-century provencal mirror, but I liked an Italian one even better. That one sold.
Facades and details provide me with hours of contemplation and amazement. Nice has this wonderfully rich palette of earth tones. These photos are from my Monday morning trips to the flea market on the Cours Salaya, just a couple blocks inland from the Promenade des Anglais.
The facades of the old cities of Grasse and Antibes offer incredible detail. I observe more when I walk alone and am not involved in conversation.
Grasse is at its best on bright, sunny days when its streets are filled with passersby. On rainy days, the narrow alleys and labyrinth of passages seem anything but inviting.
Details in facades are found throughout the village just behind the ramparts and close to the market and port.
Fig pastries are made with an almond paste coating. The interior has a chocolate and almond paste filling. Years ago, few pastry shops carried these. At other stories, the figs had to be ordered! But now, you can find them most anywhere.
Cafes are an important part of my life. I used to feel self conscious and carry a book or look busy. But now I relish these moments. A cafe provides a substantial sensory experience. I watch patrons and passersby, dogs and their owners, the patterns of movement of garcons weaving between chairs, tables, pets and packages. Bonheur! Certain cafes provide a sense of place in the day, others are better in the late afternoon or evening.
The natural beauty--at least the wildflowers--are more difficult to find. At one time, the present site of Sophia Antipolis had numerous varieties of native Mediterranean plants (at least, I found them in my plant guide). These photos, however, were taken near Chateauneuf. Miniature orchids appear in May.
The crinkly cistus bloom throughout the hot summers.
So many wild flowers bloom that I kept vases filled throughout the summer. Of course, roses at the Grasse flower market are around eight to 12 euros a dozen. . . . Flowers are an affordable luxury.
Balades on the Rue Bijou include experiences that are not the stuff of travel guides but instead what has been noteworthy to me. This street sign indicates "intermission" and also signals the end of 100 days on the Rue Bijou.
However, not to be confused with la Rue Bijou is the Boulevard Bijou Plage, which runs perpendicular to the beach known as the Bijou Plage and separates Juan-les-Pins from Golfe Juan. Although boulevard implies something grandiose, this street alternately widens and narrows and crooks up toward Boulevard Poincaré.
Scenery alternates between Mediterranean and mountains. Winter storms erode the beach at Bijou Plage. The view is spectacular--the Iles des Lerins and the Esterel.
Landscapes change dramatically just inland. I've used these impressionistic photos before of the Gorges du Loup as seen from from the Chemin de l'Hubac. The village of Le Bar-sur- Loup is in the center.
I always associate inland region with Opio. I like to stop at La Boutique to see the antiques and to have coffee with a friend and his family. It's a tradition that goes back more than 20 years. For years I have bought or admired things in this store. My tastes have changed--now, light wood or fruit wood, smaller objects, tiny chandeliers or mirrors. . . .small things because I move so much and space is limited. Objects that reflect light or images bring most any space to life.
I love this 18th-century provencal mirror, but I liked an Italian one even better. That one sold.
Facades and details provide me with hours of contemplation and amazement. Nice has this wonderfully rich palette of earth tones. These photos are from my Monday morning trips to the flea market on the Cours Salaya, just a couple blocks inland from the Promenade des Anglais.
The facades of the old cities of Grasse and Antibes offer incredible detail. I observe more when I walk alone and am not involved in conversation.
Grasse is at its best on bright, sunny days when its streets are filled with passersby. On rainy days, the narrow alleys and labyrinth of passages seem anything but inviting.
Details in facades are found throughout the village just behind the ramparts and close to the market and port.
Fig pastries are made with an almond paste coating. The interior has a chocolate and almond paste filling. Years ago, few pastry shops carried these. At other stories, the figs had to be ordered! But now, you can find them most anywhere.
Cafes are an important part of my life. I used to feel self conscious and carry a book or look busy. But now I relish these moments. A cafe provides a substantial sensory experience. I watch patrons and passersby, dogs and their owners, the patterns of movement of garcons weaving between chairs, tables, pets and packages. Bonheur! Certain cafes provide a sense of place in the day, others are better in the late afternoon or evening.
The natural beauty--at least the wildflowers--are more difficult to find. At one time, the present site of Sophia Antipolis had numerous varieties of native Mediterranean plants (at least, I found them in my plant guide). These photos, however, were taken near Chateauneuf. Miniature orchids appear in May.
The crinkly cistus bloom throughout the hot summers.
So many wild flowers bloom that I kept vases filled throughout the summer. Of course, roses at the Grasse flower market are around eight to 12 euros a dozen. . . . Flowers are an affordable luxury.
Balades on the Rue Bijou include experiences that are not the stuff of travel guides but instead what has been noteworthy to me. This street sign indicates "intermission" and also signals the end of 100 days on the Rue Bijou.
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