November 2002


 Port of Roanne

Slipping confidently into our mooring in Roanne, even though it was a tight squeeze, we recognized how much our skills have improved over the last two cruising seasons. We tied off our lines, plugged into our city power supply and reconnected our land telephone line.  Both of these services had been suspended for the summer, and we had called ahead to reactivate them.

Every October, at the end of our cruising season, our boat becomes our house. With 30 amps of power supplied by the city, we no longer have to be careful about which appliances are on at the same time. With our land line, we can use our speaker phone to call family and friends back home or we can search for information on the Internet with our computer. After we pick up our car from its summer garage, we are home.

But we didn't stay long. Friends were on vacation in the south of France, and we hopped in our car and went to see theVillage in the Provinçal Alpsm. They are old SFFD friends who, because they love to travel, we have seen as often over here as we did back home.  This time they were trying out a house exchange in the Provence Alps. 

Their house was in the countryside near the village of Barcelonnette, which, they were told by the owner, was a two hour drive north of Nice. This is probably true for French drivers, but the trip took our American friends almost four hours.  They wound their way over the summit on narrow two lane roads. 

We drove in from the north along similar roads, at one time getting stuck behind a farm tractor. We followed along slowly behind the tractor, thinking that we had no other options on such a narrow road. Suddenly a car came from behind and flew around both of us, disappearing around the bend. We were flabbergasted! Soon other cars came up behind us and without hesitation did the same thing! It didn't matter that they were passing around blind curves, with the mountain on one side and a steep drop to the valley below on the other. This death wish style of driving would explain the discrepancy between the two hour French driving time and the four hour American driving time from NView from our window-the alpsice.

We arrived, only one hour behind schedule, and as planned found our friends waiting for us at an outdoor café in town.  They had been to the morning farmers' market and wanted us to come back to the house for lunch. But first we sat in the warm October sunshine and toasted our meeting with a glass of champagne, a custom we have enjoyed since our first reunion in Paris.  When we went back to their house, we opened our bedroom shutters and found a fabulous mountain view.

View of the Alps from the back deckOur friends have authored cookbooks, and lunch was an inventive and delicious salad that we enjoyed with local wine, bread and cheese from that morning's market. We talked the afternoon away, as we caught up on news from home.  Reveling in the pleasure of a lazy lunch on the back deck, we asked each other, "Where are we?". Later, as we took a walk along the river, we felt more like we were in California's mountain resort area, Lake Tahoe, than in the Provence region of France.  In Tahoe, if we crossed the mountain we would be in Nevada. Here, in the Ubaye valley, if Beautiful scenerywe crossed the mountain we would be in Italy.

Back in town, we found Barcelonnette to be an interesting village, because it has a strong Mexican influence. You can buy all kinds of Mexican clothing and trinkets in the shops. This is amusing in an area where the surrounding mountains made you feel like putting on lederhosen and yodeling.  We were beginning to be confused as to what country we were visiting. 

At the Mexican tourist office, the Maison du Slow on the AlpsMexique, we learned that in the early 1800's, some young people from this valley made a trip to Mexico, stayed and became successful.  Others followed over the years and in 1845 when two men returned with fortunes in gold, and a rush to Mexico began. While many people stayed in Mexico and became citizens, several returned to France and with their new found wealth brought prosperity to this mountain village. They built beautiful mansions and gave the village its Mexican flavor. 

When it was time to say good-bye to this wonderful corner of Provence, we helped our friends clean and close up the house.  They had been using the owner's car during their stay so we had offered to drive them to Lyon, where we could all enjoy a few days vacation before they had to catch their train to Germany.

Toby jumped in the back of our car, as he always does, but was disappointed to find his view out the back window blocked by luggage.  He wiggled into a spot that was napsize and we didn't see him again until we arrived at our hotel in Lyon.


trompe l'oeil in Lyon
Lyon is a city that you could imagine Hollywood had created. Peeking into the restaurants around Vieux Lyon and Presqu'île, they all look just exactly as French restaurants would look if a set designer was in charge of their creation.  Building murals, scattered throughout the city, are reminiscent of the facades created for movie sets.  The farmers' market that runs for blocks along the Quai St. Antoine on the Sâone River is so French in its sights, smells and sounds that walking through you would not be surprised to hear a movie director yell, "Cut and print.". 


Lyon is not far from Roanne, so we come here often during the winter. Returning again, with friends who enjoy good food and are enthusiastic traveling companions, was a real treat.  We took them to some of our favorite restaurants. We like the simple bistros and the traditional bouchons, places where Toby is greeted like an old friend, and we always feel welcome, even in our comfy clothes.

The weather was warm enough for us to enjoy dinner outside on Rue Mercière, a restaurant street crowded with outdoor tables, where the atmosphere was as delicious as the food. We ordered the rum baba dessert so that our friends could see how they bring a bottle of rum to the table in case your baba is not rummy enough.

Chez Lea- yummy dessertsWe went to Chez Léa for lunch. We wanted our friends to taste their mixed green salad with fresh herbs vinaigrette, so that they could try to help us figure out the secret ingredients. It is the world's best salad and we hope that our friends will be able to recreate it in their own kitchen, and then send us the recipe.

We had a light lunch, but then ordered dessert. We were, after all, on vacation. We were just laughing about the rum baba dessert of the night before, when our waiter placed a full bottle of calvados on the table to accompany the apple tart with calvados. 

We tried walking and sightseeing to make up for all of the meals we weOld sun drenched buildingsre enjoying, but we kept stopping at outdoor cafés for refreshments instead.  Sitting in the sun, enjoying the way the light reflected off the old buildings, we decided Lyon would be a good place to visit if we were actors required to gain 20 pounds for upcoming roles.

Since we aren't actors, we went home.