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The Internet Connection The internet has come to Venasque.
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Caretakers Taking Great Care
We are delighted to introduce you to our caretakers, Martine and
Jerome Maret. Many of you know this elegant couple as the owners of
Le Maison aux Volets Bleus, or The House of the Blue Shutters, which
is just up the street from our apartments.
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Their
first venture in the village was Les Ramparts, where Martine was the
original chef. They sold the restaurant years ago to become innkeepers. |
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1. Friday morning market in Carpentras (for being authentically French) Bonus ideas: |
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On
the Riviera: the Calanques of Cassis A view
of the Mediterranean is a great temptation for anyone who visits the
south of France. Venasque is a mere two-hour journey to the seaside
village of Cassis. Should you have only one day to spend on the Riviera,
we recommend you spend it here.
Just across
the Rhone River, not far from Avignon, is the world's greatest Roman
aqueduct. The Pont du Gard was built shortly before the Christian era
to ferry water from Nîmes across the river Gard. The Roman architects
and hydraulic engineers, who designed this bridge on three levels, created
a technical as well as an artistic masterpiece that inspires to this
day.
Setting the Table with French Silver
We
all have our secret yearnings. For years, mine was for a decent set
of forks, knives and spoons. We had our nice china for dinner parties,
our collection of Provencal linens, but we were still pulling out the
everyday stainless steel to set the table. I
decided on a simple set with a particularly lovely soup spoon. It came
complete with a dozen each of dinner forks, knives, soup and dessert
spoons. I could have added smaller, demitasse spoons, but it wasn't
our practice to serve espresso in the States.
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To
Market, to Market Whenever
possible, you should shop at one of the many open air food markets that
are the essene of the Provençal experience. Our favorites are
the large markets at Carpentras on Fridays and Isle sur la Sorgue on
Sundays. For smaller markets, we particularly enjoy Bedoin on Mondays.
And the largest market in the area in Avignon is open every day, but
Saturday and Sunday are the best. Our
routine at the Isle sur la Sorgue market is to begin with a grand crème
or café au lait at Café de France in the middle of town
opposite the church. Across from the café we make our first purchase--a
half kilo of Provençal olives with loads of garlic and pimento.
Then we pick up a bidon of Les Eysserides rosé of red table wine,
an especially good buy if there are many of us and the wine is going
too fast to permit more expensive alternatives. Michel Aguillon offers
his selection next to the church and the cost for the bidon--the equivalent
of five bottles--is anywhere from 48F to 84F. At LeClerc you can buy wonderful cheeses and patés, good wines at good prices. The meat and fish are also excellent and you can buy a warm baguette any time of day.
Venasque's
boulangerie has all the essential treats, from croissants and pain au
chocolat to small squares of pizza and sausages wrapped in pastry. And
best of all are the warm baguette and tarte aux fruits for breakfast.
( The boulangerie is closed on Mondays; you will have to go to St Didier for your croissants.) The little alimentation in Venasque is fine for afterthoughts: lemons,
sliced ham, a quart of milk, items you have forgotten. It's a bit more
expensive than the supermarkets, but it's nice to support the local
stores, and you can always find bread here when the boulangerie is closed.
Our Favorite
Cheeses
The Tondu Tapenade No visit to the L'Isle Sur la Sorgue market is complete without a visit to the stall of Brigitte and Daniel Tondu, a colorful collection of tables arranged alongside the majestic cathedral, in the heart of the old city. The Tondus sell the best olive oil in the region. We buy it by the liter and carry it home instead of wine. We are also exceedingly fond of the Tondu's tapenade and their specialty Provençal olives, marinated in garlic, and a must-have for any cocktail hour. Brigitte comes from a long line of olive sellers. She and Daniel met at university and have been selling in the local markets for more than a decade. They use local olives and import others from around the Mediterranean. But the recipes for preparing their olives and tapenade are their own, and the reason so many shoppers return week after week.
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Letter we recently received: Pad and Julie, Back home in San Clemente and mostly recoverd from jet lag, I can respond a little more coherently to your kind reply. We bless you for your recommendation of late April. We arrived on the 17th and the first morning took the circuit walk along the Rte d'Appie down to the D4 and up the front road. The Berkshires in Spring could not have been better: warm sunshine but just a nip of cool in the air, and all the cherries in full white blossom, with that fleeting moment of pale green on the trees coming back into leaf after winter. Less than a week later the white blossoms were all gone and early summer had started. We arrived at just the right time.
And bless you again for providing that profoundest of mysteries that the cultures which invented the rest of civilization have yet to comprehend: the washcloth.
Gorgeous weather, against the AccuWeather historical statistics: our only day of rain was May 1--the day we left.
After three weeks in "if it's Thursday it must be Cordoba" Spain (which we nevertheless loved), we really enjoyed the small town experience of Venasque, where I asked Peggy the first night, "What can you hear?" and she replied, accurately, "Nothing." We did some of the obligatory tourist things: Avignon and Arles and Orange (I'm a classicist), but we also did St. Didier (Desiderius, the given first name of Erasmus--sat next to, at dinner at the cafe-restaurant opposite the Mairie, a classic Hollywood break up between the ageing British scholar lady and her dark and handsome peasant lover of the winter, complete with tears and classic lines) and Le Beucet and La Roque sur Pernes and even St. Gens. The last was strangely moving for a Cathoic who has for a lifetime been revulsed by the more gross folk tales in Catholcism. Domesticting wolves. Hmmm. A proto-St. Francis? Whatever the reality, there really was a strong and prepossessing character who lived up in that box canyon, and his personality has survived a thousand years in the vicinity. I know mine will be vanished within a century.
Jerome and Martine were unfailingly charming and helpful. We enjoyed two meals at Les VB. Their ambiance has Les Ramparts beat hands down and their more traditonal cooking has a real charm. But what can one say about meals where every greasy spoon harbors budding Escoffiers and every half-acre producesa diffferent and wonderful wine?
Blockbuster: we enjoyed a spectacular lunch at the hotel-restaurant just below the chateau in Le Barroux. Since you are presumably back in McDonald-land, I'll only mention an entree of slices of smoked breast of duck on salad greens with as pungent terrine of yellow vegetables.
As to wines, I had an epiphany. I had concluded firmly, many years ago, and reverified the conclusion frequenty and unfortunately, that any wine from the south of France should not be bought. It would always be disappointing junk. It seems that I have been mistaken. They produce excellent wines, but they are smart: they drink it all at home and send us the junk, because they know we will drink it.
Wine tasting at Domaine Les Flauzieres (just south of Vaison la Romaine, about a mile down the D54 to the east at the town of Le Crestet). Peggy has to go to the bathroom, so I suggest stopping at a wine-tasting place, since they must provide bathrooms for people who have been drinking. We see the sign to Les Flauzieres and head down the road. We come to a typical mas enclosed farmyard, which has not changed since Roman times. A dog and a couple of cats wandering around the square.; Piles of old oak barrels on one side. An old guy in bib overalls and a straw hat shuffling around, white haired, wire-rimmed glasses, and the round,block head and honestly rednecked skin of the peasant farmer. "Etes vous apert pour degustation?" "Certainment," he says, betraying a mouth half empty of teeth. He, it turns out, is the owner of the domaine that has been in his family for generations. His son, who is a degreed oenoligist who did an apprenticeship with Sterling up in Napa in the 1990's, is away at a conference today, but Idon't think son has ever got his hands as dirty or wore out his back as much as dad did.
Dad (Jerome Benoit) can get by in some English and I can do some French, so we get along. When he washes his hands he asks us int he tasting room what we would like. Everything he has is local, from Vaison, or from other villages just about within sight. All at 5 or 6 E the bottle. Top of the line is a "grand reserve" of Gigondas. He opens whole fresh bottles for us. He shares a tasting glass or two. We buy four bottles. He has to ask his wife the price of each since, though he can tell us the names of the snails that crawled over those grapes, he has no idea of what they cost retail.
We say good-bye. Peggy has almost forgotten about the bathroom, and before we leave he is struggling to back off a truck bed a small tractor that someone has lent him.
The cheapest of the wines (6 E) is about as good as Franciscan or Chateau St. Jean. The grand reseve (12 E) is to die for. We drive back the next week just to get two more botles to bring home.
I'd like to see the day up in Napa when either Ernest or Julio--let alone Charles Shaw himself--would stand at the tasting counter to pour us a glass and discuss how he had grown it.
Sigh!
Thank you again for making this beautiful experience possible for us.
John Madden |
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Summer Tip: Beating The Heat
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