Waiheke Island - Headland Sculpture on the Gulf

Matiatia Bay - Waiheke Island the start and finish
of the sculpture trail

It is a thirty to forty minute ferry ride across the glorious Waitemata Harbour, from downtown Auckland,  to  beautiful Waiheke Island.  Waiheke is a laid back kind of place with golden sand beaches, wineries, olive farms and a number of resident artists who give it a slightly bohemian vibe. It is easy to see why it is so popular with Aucklanders becoming, in recent years, a holiday home destination of choice for the wealthy. Despite this the islanders have  managed to maintain their bohemian roots and proudly support  the artistic community which the island has long been known for. A relaxed island feeling hits you the moment you step ashore...so close to the city and yet so far away.  No wonder it is a popular place!

Beyond Good and Evil -  by Konstantin Dimopoulos

Shrine for the Sea, Soil and Sky
by Terry Stringer

 Every second year for the last ten years a local committee has worked hard to present the three week long  Headland Sculpture on the Gulf exhibition, inviting sculptors to display their work along a two and a half kilometer walk.  The walk winds around a headland taking in some magnificent scenery, passing above pristine waters and, yesterday, when I did the walk, affording views of cavorting orcas in the bay. The Headland Sculpture Trail has  become world renowned attracting 32,000 visitors in 2011. It is a leisurely one and a half to two hours walk with, this year, 30 art works to enjoy.

Every Home Should Have One -
trompe l'oeil by Peter Lange

Temporary - by Delicia Sampero

Most of the sculptures are installation works and are generally thought provoking. Strolling the trail is a wonderful way to spend a couple of hours on a glorious summer's day,  enjoying the stunning natural panoramas and pondering the art works interspersed along the way.

 

Wildfire - by Sarah Brill

At the cool, airy Pavilion, base for the exhibition, are a bar a restaurant and a shop selling art works.  Live music is played each day and visitors can attend talks by the artists or just relax for a while before catching the ferry home. If there is time it is easy to explore the main town on the island, Oneroa, a short walk away, which has an excellent  Community Art Gallery, a number of  restaurants and
shops and a beautiful, sheltered beach for swimming.
Although I have holidayed at Waiheke many times over the years this was my first visit to the Waiheke sculpture exhibition.  I thoroughly enjoyed it and intend to make it a "must do" for the future.

Part of the headland with the art work, Pavilion Structure - by  Gregor Kregar,  just visible in the distance

Death Row - by Regan Gentry
This is a tribute to a dearly loved local store which was destroyed by  fire

...and at the end of the walk a crisp glass of local wine in The Pavilion
while listening to cool jazz...what a great day out!

www.sculptureonthegulf.co.nz

www.waihekeartgallery.org.nz

Flavigny Sur Ozerain ....and Chocolat

Flavigny is in the Burgundy region of France, about an hour from Dijon.  It is famous for its aniseed sweets and as the location of the film "Chocolat", a fact that draws in the tourists. It is easy to see why it was chosen for the film, it is utterly delightful, in fact my sister-in-law, Mary, and I agreed it was the prettiest village we saw during our travels in France.  It is tiny, with a population of around 320, and is built on a hill around a Benedictine abbey which dates back to 719. Monks still inhabit the monastery and, if you are lucky, you may catch their Gregorian chants if you are in the village at the right time.

Walking through Flavigny is like walking back in time.  Tiny cobbled lanes wind between quaint stone houses with their ubiquitous blue shutters and colourful window boxes, the only sounds to be heard are birds chirping or the occasional  greetings called between villagers. It was very peaceful with hardly anyone around as Mary and I picked and poked for a couple of hours, idiotic grins plastered on our faces....we were in love with this village.  At one point we ventured into a shop selling an assortment of crafts, antiques, paintings and books.  The owner was a delightfully bohemian woman in her thirties who appeared to live in the shop, we spotted a bed behind a curtained off area,  her young son was playing with toys in part of the shop which looked like a living room.  We felt as though we had walked into a film set and as we wandered on we imagined a film script to suit her.  At mid-day the angelus bells rang from the village church and a priest, traditionally dressed in a soutane, strolled down the road to the church.

  Lunch time called and we lucked into a fantastic find.  Unbeknown to us we were to have the best meal we were to have on the whole trip.  In the church square is the La Grange Farmhouse Restaurant.  Although the streets of the village were very quiet the restaurant was busy with people arriving all the time.  We knew it must be good.  On a tiny kitchen sized stove a middle aged woman was producing delicious meals, real farmhouse cooking.  The menu consisted mainly of flans, of all description, most savoury and some sweet.  These were served with simple tossed salads.  The food was so mouth wateringly delicious we were at a loss to know how it was done.  We watched as the salad was tossed fresh for each customer and could see that the ingredients were simple and straight forward nevertheless we had never tasted salads so good.  There must be some magic in Flavigny.

 

After lunch, and buzzing with delight at it all, we visited the famous Flavigny aniseed shop located in the old convent.  These sweets, in their beautiful tins and consisting of many flavours, all including aniseed, are famous all over the world.  We had a great time sampling and bought several tins each as gifts. Also in the village is a textiles museum, unfortunately it was not open while we were there but we peered through the windows for a small glimpse of their displays.

 Flavigny is a delight, the epitome of a romantic French village seemingly untouched by time yet with several discreet businesses, reminiscent of the chocolate shop in the film Chocolat, which keep the locals employed.

 

 

Christmas in New Zealand

Down at the bottom of the world it is summer and hot beachy weather...and it is also Christmas week.  Today is glorious and sunny, making it hard for us to imagine a snowy, cold Christmas. Summer and Christmas go together for us...it is what we are used to.  Anyway, where ever you are I wish you great joy and special family times this Christmas and best wishes for a healthy and prosperous 2013.  A special thank you to my readers all over the world who look in on my blog from time to time, there are nearly 8000 of you now!  Tales of my French travels will continue next year, meanwhile here are some photos I took today in my suburb, St Heliers, Auckland.



St Heliers Bay with Pohutukawa in bloom. Because they always bloom at Christmas time
Pohutukawa are known as the New Zealand Christmas tree



St Heliers Bay 21 December 2012

St Heliers Bay shopping centre

Musee Maurice Dufresne - France

The great thing about travelling with a group of people with varied interests is that sometimes you go to places you wouldn't normally think of going to on your own and you end up finding them fascinating.  For me, this was the case when one day four of us decided to visit the Musee  Maurice Dufresne, a short distance from Azay-le-Rideau in the Loire district of France.

 Maurice was born in 1930 and trained as a blacksmith. Eventually he built up his own very successful business in scrap metal dealing.  He noticed that a lot of old machinery was being tossed out for scrap once new technology was developed and it was from there that his passion to save old machinery, for posterity, grew.  He became an avid collector of all things mechanical, and much more besides, to the extent that his collection grew so vast he eventually bought an old, disused, paper mill to house it.  Today the collection consists of over 3000 items including Bleriot's plane used for his Channel crossing in July 1909. There are also between 500 and 600 period vehicles of all types,  pedal cars, washing machines, early bicycles, weapons, advertising posters, even an entire silk mill which he bought lock, stock and barrel and transported back to the museum. The centrepiece of the museum is the Fontaine water turbine, which was restored by Maurice and is fully working.

For those with a love of the macabre there is even a genuine French guillotine, said to have loped off more than 100 heads (pictured right)  and a rather creepy collection of wax heads of condemned people.





 Maurice died in 2008 but his legacy continues under the management of his daughter, Monique.  The museum is a popular place, visited by thousands every year  but the day we visited there was only a handful of people there and we were able to take a leisurely stroll around the exhibits.  The museum is so vast, though, I don't think a crowd would be a problem.


We wandered through the galleries for a whole afternoon...there was so much to take in, almost too much, and my mind turned continually to my late husband and son, both motor enthusiasts and lovers of machinery who would have been thrilled by it.  I would suggest a visit here would be a great antidote if you are all "Loire chateaued out". It is a gem of a place in a tranquil setting by the river and includes a bar and restaurant for refreshments and a gift shop for souvenirs.

Right: A complete silk mill which Maurice bought and set up in the museum,  It is exactly as it would have been, right down to the supervisor's desk and work books and the clock for staff to clock in and out on.


Below:  This is a travelling pedlar's cart, dating from the time of the French Revolution.

 

www.musee-dufresne.com

 

 

Des Goupillieres - Troglodyte Village - Loire Valley

Cave dwellers, known as troglodytes, have made their homes in the soft tufa or limestone cliffs along the Loire since medieval times.  Because the stone was easy to carve and maintained a constant year round temperature of around 12 degrees villagers were able to create simple, secure houses, largely protected from the elements. The idea of cave dwellers is fascinating and we were keen to explore at least one troglodyte village so, one morning, a few of us set off from Prieure de Relay for Des Goupillieres, a few kilometres out of the village of Azay-le-Rideau, tucked away up a small country lane and easy to miss if you don't know it's there. While many of the Loire  troglodyte settlements have now been turned into smart holiday accommodation, or private holiday homes, this village has been restored by its owners to as near authentic a medieval troglodyte village as possible.

The village was discovered by Louis-Marie Chardon who, as a boy, enjoyed roaming and exploring his father's orchard. It had been inhabited until around 1900 but by the time his father bought the land it was overgrown with trees and brambles.  Louis-Marie eventually inherited the property and started to restore it and today the village is laid out as a medieval farming village complete with various farm animals, orchards and vegetable gardens.  Unlike some of the other troglodyte villages it is not prettified, gardens are surrounded with rustic fences cut from branches and the animals are kept in various pens, just as they would have been when the village was a bustling subsistence community.

 We were surprised by the houses.  I imagined cave like structures but the rooms are, in fact, squared off as a regular room would be and have sophisticated built in ovens.  Most houses have an adjoining room, open to the living area, where their horse or donkey was kept.  Not only was this, their most valuable possession, kept safe and dry but the animal also helped keep the house warm. There is even an underground refuge accessed by a narrow tunnel, which none of us were game to enter, where the villagers hid from marauding enemies and robbers. 

I really enjoyed strolling around this village.  I could imagine life as it was so long ago, could almost see the villagers scurrying about their business, gardening, baking, caring for the animals. It must have been a tough existence but the morning we were there it was quiet and peaceful, the only sound birds chirping in the trees.  Oh, and the fact that the people must have been very short, judging by the door and ceiling heights, made me feel right at home!

 

Prieure de Relay - Loire - France

All too soon our short stay in Paris came to an end and we were off on the train to Tours to meet up with a large group of friends, and friends of friends, we were joining for our three week holiday in France.

All went well...that is if you don't count nearly forgetting to get off at the right station then scrambling to get off in time, finding the rental car company we had booked a car from closed, getting lost trying to find our accommodation, which wasn't recognised on the GPS, and spending an hour waiting for help in the blazing sun...yes, apart from that all went well!  Oh, and I won't mention that the nameless driver of our rental car seemed to be very drawn to curbs along the way!

 

After being rescued by some friends, who had already booked into the accommodation, we found we had been searching in the wrong direction and, to be fair to ourselves, the owners do not widely advertise their location because they get as many bookings as they can comfortably cope with without needing to.

The delays were soon forgotten, though.  We were thrilled when we finally saw the  Prieure  de Relay, a 12th century priory with a colourful and fascinating history.  Founded in around 1108 for Benedictine nuns it was visited by various kings of France from Charlemagne to Louis XIV.  Joan of Arc also called in for refreshments as she treked across France.  The pathway she led her troops along runs right beside the priory grounds and is still used as a horse treking trail.  The buildings were ransacked by the French revolutionaries and  occupied by the Nazis during the second world war.  There are bullet marks in the exterior walls where the Germans held rifle practice.  Today it is is a serene, tranquil place, in the private hands of a French couple who have fully refurbished the interior and rent most of the property out as holiday accommodation....and it is beautiful.

We were delighted when we drove through the stone gate to see the ancient buildings looking picture perfect in the afternoon sun.  With geraniums spilling from window boxes, roses climbing  up the walls and shutters framing the windows it is a photographers delight.  It is located in the forest of Villandry, the nearest village, Sache, the home of the famous 19th century writer, Balzac, is 3kms away. The property has 30 acres of land including several fields of sunflowers which were at their best during our stay, their smiling golden faces paying daily homage to the morning sun.

 

Our group had the priory to itself.  The accommodation included the main priory building, where I was, together with half our group of twenty, and an adjoining farmhouse where the other half stayed.  I was allocated the smallest and plainest room and I couldn't have been happier. It was an original nun's cell, simply furnished with a view over the gardens and away from the blazing afternoon sun.  At night I slept with the curtains open enjoying a million sparkling stars and the occasional aeroplane in the distance, the only sound the occasional hooting owl.  It was so peaceful.



Left:  My room

It was a great pleasure to stroll and explore the grounds at the end of each day. The remnants of the large vegetable gardens and orchard are still visible.  The chapel is surprisingly intact although the Germans built a wall through the middle of it to use it for storage.  It is a lovely chapel and still used on occasion.  Joan of Arc is celebrated in a modern stained glass window (picture below).  There are caves which were used for storing food and wine and for hiding from enemies (now gated off for safety purposes) and a large dove cote which has been largely restored. 

 

We had a blissful week at this divine location, relaxing, reading, chatting, making occasional forays to the nearby village of Azay le Rideau and sightseeing.  Evenings were spent enjoying long lazy meals under the stars by the priory's atmospheric stone walls.  It was extremely hot - in the high 30s and even up to 40 degrees which, thankfully, ensured that the nine children under nine in our group spent most of the days at the swimming pool, with their parents, some distance from the main building and us!

www.prieure-de-relay-com

 

 

Paris - that most elegant of cities.

It  took me all of about five minutes to agree to go to France for a three week adventure with my sister-in-law and a group of her friends.  It was a grey, rainy morning when she rang to ask  me to join her and visions of a European summer and, more truthfully, baguettes, french cheese, french wine and general all round slothfullness turned my head mighty quickly.  We were to meet up with the group at a small town in the Loire district but would first spend a short time in Paris before rendezvousing with them.

Paris is, well, Paris and I cannot add anything much of value to the screeds and screeds already written about this wonderful city.  So here are just a few of my observations and a couple of, perhaps, helpful tips.

Elegance everywhere you look

We booked into a small, inexpensive, independent hotel in a sublime location.  Hotel Quai de Voltaire is basic, to say the least, but clean, welcoming and every room has its own en suite bathroom which, as far as I'm concerned, is essential.  The hotel's location, right on the River Seine and directly opposite The Louvre, is ideal.  Our room looked out across the river with a great view of the river boats going up and down and the famous riverside bookstall holders plying their trade.  We chose not to have breakfast at the hotel because the small on-site restaurant, while it looked romantically like a scene from an old french movie, reeked of cigarette smoke, an anathema to we New Zealanders used to smoking being banned from all restaurants.  Be warned - the French are very heavy, and defiant smokers.

Crowds waiting to go up the Eiffel Tower

As it was August, and the height of the tourist season, all major attractions had lengthy queues.  We did not even attempt to go up the Eiffel Tower, or into Notre Dame, as we were not prepared to waste precious hours standing in queues.  I had been to Paris on a couple of other occasions and had done these things before but it was a shame for Mary for whom this was a first visit. She was philosophical, though, "Great excuse to come back to Paris" she said.  Instead we took the hop on - hop off bus which is fantastic value and visits all the main attractions of this most beautiful and elegant of cities. We enjoyed this trip so much we did the complete circuit twice, sitting in comfort  in the glorious sunshine on the open top deck.


Unfortunately I had built the manic traffic around the Arc de Triomphe up a little too much, I think. Well it had been manic last time I was there but on this particular day it was quiet and restrained, much to Mary's disappointment.

 Tip 1:  Go to Paris late September or early October when the weather is still good but the crowds have diminished.

Tip 2: Buy a ticket to the Louvre the day before your visit, as we did, to ensure quick entry the next day.

Art Noveau bistro - so Parisienne

It was a great feeling to sail past long snaking queues at the Louvre and walk straight in. We watched aghast as bus load after bus load of tourists raced in and ran, and I mean literally, ran, to see the Mona Lisa. Ten minutes later they were all heading back to their buses... they reminded me of trophy collectors - "that's done then, now we can tick the Mona Lisa off our list."  We decided to go in the opposite direction and what wonderful treasures we discovered.  Our most exciting find was an exhibition of delicate, moody, watercolours by French artist, Eugene Isabey (1803 - 1886), which we spent quite sometime admiring, having the gallery almost to ourselves.

Other delights of Paris we enjoyed were a visit to Hediard, the stunning delicatessen in la Madelaine district, an afternoon of lustful " not shopping" in Galleries Lafayette, window shopping in some of the side streets away from the main tourist traps and long, lazy, bistro meals people watching.

Hediard delicatessen

People watching has to be some of the best fun in Paris.  Goodness me, they are an elegant lot!  As the weather was warm, and sultry, pavement side dining was a joy.  One evening we had a delicious meal at a bistro near our hotel.  A middle aged woman dining alone at the table next to us kept stopping the busy waiter for a chat and holding him in conversation.  He seemed happy to chat and we thought they must know each other well.  They seemed friendly and companionable - that was until she got the bill for her meal.  Then she began to argue about how many glasses of wine she had had.   He said it was three, she said it was two, he pointed to the empty glasses on her table.  She was not happy and after paying the full bill flounced out of the restaurant with gesticulations, gallic shrugs and filthy looks at the waiter.  We wondered if she had been trying a charm offensive on the waiter earlier, whatever, it was very entertaining.

All too soon our brief sojourn in Paris came to an end but we had so much more to look forward to  and so  it was that  with great anticipation we headed to the railway station to catch the train to Tours, in the Loire district.

Here's to a great holiday!