Moving to France and adapting to life in Lyon
A trip to Marseille wouldn’t be the same without a day at the beach.
This time we went to Martigues and the weather was gorgeous. Sunbathing was the order of the day – although I decided against a swim as the sea was a bit choppy.
It was strange to think it was the end of October it was so warm. But the clocks were going back so winter must be around the corner.
Because Marseille is written differently in English I always struggle to remember if it is Marseille or Marseilles. Not any more.
Comme à Lyon, Marseille se prepare pour Noël aussi.
Toussaint is a holiday in France and falls on a Tuesday which means most people faire le pont and take Monday off work too.
As I’m trying to immerse myself in French culture I felt I needed to do the same and so we headed for Marseille to see our French family.
We arrived in time for an apero and so it was time to tick another thing off the to-do list.
When I lived in Paris in 1991, at the end of a shift at Franprix me and a couple of colleagues would go to a bar on the corner of Rue de L’eglise and drink pastis with:
When I told my French teacher this she mentioned there was a third option:
So it was time to try it. What better place than the Vieux Port.
It’s 28 October but what’s this I spy on my street?
The finest minds of Euronews went away for a two-day away day to a chateau in Beaujolais.
The location was fantastic, the weather was gorgeous and the work was interesting.
The word for away day in French seems to be retraite which I thought sounded very religious. But then someone pointed out that seminar is derived from seminary so I stopped laughing.
I’m off to Beaujolais for a two-day work away day. So no green cube for me today – but a great view of it as we drove out of town.
Merci Kristina et desolé boulangers – vous ne nous verrez pas pour quelques semaines.
We decided to take a trip to the Beaujolais region in a hire car to have lunch and look at some vineyards.
We followed a sign to a vineyard and, very fortunately, found it open. And within minutes we’re enjoying a private tasting.
It was Chateau des Pertonnieres from Dupeuble Pere et Fils. We tried some white Beaujolais, and various reds – all made with the Gamay grape.
They were all very nice – and Has demonstrated his wine-tasting expertise.
We then went for a delicious lunch in Oingt. And headed home looking forward to some more wine tasting in the evening.
Fortunately the domestic sparrow has a pink ring on her leg, making her that much easier to spot.
I like the – ce n’est pas une blague – line at the end.
Please, if you are in La Croix Rousse, keep your eyes open for le petit moineau.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 