Musique, musique, musique

Wow, what a jam-packed weekend that was! to make it easier, I’ll split our festivities into separate posts…

As I mentioned previously, Friday was Fete de la Musique day in Foussais. We wandered down to the garden behind the church, where it was all going to happen, and got ourselves established. It was a beautiful evening, the sun was still strong and there was not a cloud in the sky. The evening kicked off with a lady playing the accordion, joined by what I assumed to be her pupils – one on the accordion and one on the flute. They played a few tunes and the pupils did very well. I imagine the accordion is deceptively tricky to learn, what with it being side-ways-on and all that squeezing in and out – seems like a lot to remember to me.

Fete de la Musique 2008Then came the kids from Gaston Goulard, the ecole publique. They did several numbers, all unaccompanied, and performed admirably. Some of them were really getting into the swing of it and were jigging along without any worries. Then they were joined by some of the children from St Antoine, including Joe, to sing a song that really confused the audience by singing alternate verses loud then quiet. Each time the quiet verse came around everyone thought they had finished and started clapping!

Then the GG kids left and the rest of the St Antoine children, including Molly, joined the “stage”. They were accompanied on the guitars by Joe’s teacher Nathalie and her guitar teacher in an anglo-french version of “Do-Re-Mi” from the Sound of Music. Lisa had leant Nathalie the DVD of the film a while ago to help her in getting the pronunciation right – the only word they struggled with was “so”, pronouncing it “soo”, but apart from that they were spot-on.

They then went on to treat us to a couple of songs that had featured in last month’s Chante-Mai, “Oh Eh Hein Bon” and “TGV”, both very catchy numbers that had the audience singing and clapping along. The kids were brilliant and we were very proud of them. it was especially nice that we had Lisa’s mum and sister with us so they could see the kids performing, something the family will miss out on very often now we are so far away.

The evening then progressed with a choir from, shall I say, the older generation in the village. I’m not sure what they were singing about, but they made quite a lovely sound and did quite a long session. The crowd were really getting into it by the end, swaying in time to the music and joining in with the chorus – great to see.

By the time the choir had finished, our troops were getting restless, so Lisa took her mum and sister plus Rosie home, while I satayed for a while so Molly and joe could play with their friends. it was such a nice atmosphere, as it always is at these events. The kids all got on and played without getting up to too much mischief and the adults could all relax and enjoy a drink on the grass.

While they played a young lad with another accordion played several songs. I have to say that I think it;s great that there was so much music on show, but the accordion did start to drag on a little bit – reminiscent of the flamenco guitar from the Stevenage concert.  Thankfully the accordion was soon replaced by a chap singing some folky kind of songs, accompanied very well by a guy with a guitar.  He sang a few songs, then made way for a 3-piece combo of keyboard, flute and some other instrument which I can’t remember now…perhaps an oboe. But they were very good, and nicely turned out in matching costumes too!

Once they had finished it was about time to head off. Joe had already been picked up in the car, so Molly and I walked back home. It was still a lovely long, warm night and it was a really nice way to end a very pleasant day.

Heaven in a bottle

Heaven in a bottleWhen it gets to this time on a Friday afternoon, i have to admit that my mind starts to wander. Not to far off places or idyllic beaches, but to the wine-rack. For that is where we keep our supply of the most heavenly drink imaginable: Pineau des Charentes.

We first came across this nectar of the gods when we started holidaying in western France with the kids. And right from the first sip we were hooked. We would take bottles home with us and all we had to do was open the bottle and we were transported back to la belle france.

Pineau is a blend of Cognac and grape juice, which was apparently created by mistake back in 1589. Well what a mistake to make I say, as that wine-maker managed to invent a silky-smooth taste of France that I will never forget.

For those of you unlucky enough to not live in France, and therefore have your pick of brands and suppliers, you can thankfully order it online, or possibly pick it up in some larger supermarkets.

Me? I can pick it up from the corner shop any time I like :)

Keeping one step ahead of the kids

One of the important things to realise when you move to France is that the French that you were taught in school (“Ou est La Poste?”, “Avez-vous des frères ou des soeurs?” and “J’habite à Grimsby” etc) is going to be woefully inadequate, especially if you have children at the local schools. Our three are, and so they are mixing every day with the french kids and thus picking up all the french slang that gets spoken in school playgrounds.

Now, it’s important for us to be able to understand what they are saying to us, and to one another. Partly so we can have meaningful conversations, but mainly so that we know when they are saying undesireable things!

Fellow blogger Jennie has recently compiled a great post on this subject [Learning French Slang by Jennie en France], linking to a whole array of French slang resources. I shall be studying these with great interest – I may even be able to teach the kids a word or two!

Can they fix it? Yes they can!

As you may know, next door is being renivated right now, and it’s coming along very nicely indeed.

This afternoon we were slightly alarmed though when we saw the JCB, which has now become very much a piece of the landscape round here, approaching out house with Bob the Builder Claude le Constructeur in the scoop. Slightly worried that they had been on the pineau at lunch and were about to start attacking the wrong house, we rushed outside.

Turns out that the nice chaps had spotted some loose tiles on our roof while they were up on next-door’s roof and were setting about fixing them for us. For nothing. I know, it just wouldn’t have happened in England.

Note the usual high-priority given to health & safety concerns here…Yes, they are electricity cables overhead. No, he’s not wearing a hard-hat or a harness. Yes there is a small child playing underneath… :)

The builders do us a good turn

Isn’t it great?

A cry in the dark…by what?

Okay folks, I’m looking for some help again here. This creature has been entertaining us at night for a while so I thought I’d capture it’s call and see if any of my faithful readers can help me again with identifying it.  You were all so great with the frogs & nightingales, I’m sure someone can tell me what this thing is :)

Your guesses in the comments would be great. Thanks!