Monday, January 09, 2017









































The intrepid duo of Cassy and Valerie set forth on their fourth grand Gallic jaunt over Christmas and New Year's. Far from being jaded by their regular tours which criss-cross and spiderweb this grand country, they became even more enamoured of her delights this time. There is just no poor place to visit in France! Their mission was to again visit regional centres and towns that they haven't been to before and enjoy the differences from other places while relaxing in the oft seen and experienced peculiarities and beauty that can only be experienced in France.

They met in Hong Kong and a seamless interchange had them catching up in the plane all the way to Paris. Straight on to the TGV bound for Rennes, they then luxuriated in their flash hotel and took in the wonders of the town and parks before going on a magical tour of the nearby Mt. Saint Michel. A glittering view from the Rennes ferris wheel then a whisk off to Tours for their next stop.

Castles of grandeur and beauty, and cavernous, awe-inspiring cathedrals enthralled them in Tours, again the sophisticated trainery in France delivering them in and out of the main hubs. The Limoges porcelain museums and art galleries inspired and their accommodations were similarly suitable.

Paris was even more of a knockout than usual: what to do on your 5th major visit? Apparently a lot! The highlights included guided tours of the ramparts and towers of Notre Dame, the Opera Garnier for some hours, the macabre catacombs, and a stunning New Year's performance of Swan Lake at the majestic Opera Bastille.

They both enjoyed each other's company immensely and loved all the wonderful food and scenery as well as the friendly people and the unforgettable experiences and sights. I'm truncating this deliberately as I've decided to put in a very rudimentary (but looong and detailed) list of stuff I jotted down after quizzing Cassy in preparation for writing this blog entry. If you can stand it....carry on!

Here is an album consisting of just a tiny fraction of the photos taken!

France 2016/17
Highlights:
·         Le Mont Saint Michel
·         Musee des Beaux Arts - Rennes
·         La Grande Roue (Ferris wheel ride) - Rennes
·         Parc du Thabor + cat - Rennes
·         Cathedrale Saint Gatien - Tours
·         Villandry/Azay-le-Rideau/Chenonceau/Amboise - castles near Tours
·         View over the Marche de Noel from room - Limoges
·         Musee Adrien Dubouche - porcelain museum in Limoges
·         Valerie's face when she saw all the pieces of her dinner set available in Limoges!!!
·         Musee des Beaux Arts + fountain - Limoges
·         Tour Notre Dame - Paris
·         Catacombs - Paris
·         Swan Lake ballet performance - Paris
·         Opera Garnier tour
·         Train rides
·         Metro rides
·         Food: meals + cakes
·         Wine
·         Friendly people
·         Good weather
·         Bustling shops
·         David's fantastic bookings: hotels, trains, tours - all worked perfectly!
·         Beauty everywhere!!!

Rennes:
·         Met Valerie with no problems at HK airport
·         Great flight to Paris catching up on all the latest news
·         Caught TGV to Rennes
·         Balthazar Spa Hotel - picked by David - very good choice!:
o   same street as the Christmas market
o   very central
o   luxurious/designer décor and accessories in rooms
o   bespoke breakfast offerings - highlights: mushroom omelets; local cake delicacies; fresh squeezed grapefruit juice
·         Issues with gmail - set up new account and ipod coped well
·         First day very misty; wandered to get bearings; Office de Tourisme; main square with Opera House and (Mairie) Town Hall - grand stone buildings; checked out some of the shops + the Marche de Noel (Christmas market)
·         Second day not so misty (3-6 degrees); inspected local church - Eglise St Germain - on the way to explore some beautiful parks (Jardin St Georges and Parc du Thabor - Cassy petted cat that was prowling around a huge aviary in the middle of the park!) Parc had playground, waterfalls, orangerie, jardins botaniques (botanical gardens); bought local cakes (couginettes) and macarons to have in bed with Mumm champagne
·         Third day outing to Le Mont Saint Michel; quite a misty start; walked to gare routiere (bus station); 1 hr 10 mins trip; caught the shuttle out to the island after inspecting all the info in the visitors' centre regarding how they are fixing the way the water moves in and out of the channel - to allow ready access for people without upsetting the ecosystem; winding street curves up the hill; Eglise St Pierre on the way - holding mass - very holy with angelic singing; sun out now - blue sky blazing; Abbey like a cross between Carcassonne and the Palais des Papes (Avignon) with its rambling ramparts and vast monastic chambers; onion soup and galettes (savoury crepes) with a pichet of red to wash it down for lunch; clouds return as they catch the shuttle back - a few spits of rain; arriving back in Rennes they rode La Grande Roue (Ferris wheel) to take in the lights of the city; circuitous walk home due to the construction work around the station - renovations.
·         Fourth day milder with 11 degrees top temp; misty grey; walked to Musee des Beaux Arts - wide range of wonders from "freaky middle-aged" Baby Jesus paintings to mind-bending modern art; building itself worth the visit - grand staircases and open spaces; light spitting of rain + more shopping - wine coolers, D's shirt; funky café Coeur d'Artichaut for pumpkin soup, salad and pichet of red to warm up! Cassy chatted with the guy in the restaurant - his family is in New Caledonia and he visits them but has never been to Australia - she did her best to sell him on the idea of a visit there next time! Bought cake for tea…

Tours:                                                                                                                                                                    
·         Caught TGV to Le Mans then changed for a local train to Tours - good trip
·         Hotel Oceania L'Univers in great position - very central as well as near the station (which comes right into the heart of the town - a bit like Newcastle used to be…); very grand foyer/plusylounge room with leather Chesterfields + "Gone With the Wind" style staircase led to a 70's vibe hallway (purple carpet and groovy wallpaper) - updated room with excellent shower! (Rainshower head with strong water pressure in a large glass shower recess made for happy showers…)
o   Checked out the Office de Tourisme and booked castles tour for the next day
o   Wandered the town - Tour Charlemagne + Basilique Saint Martin - nuns praying in the (warm) crypt - I know why they were so keen to stay there praying…
o   Beautiful city lights + huge Christmas trees near the Mairie
o   Vegetarian and 4 cheese pizzas, salad and pichet at brasserie near hotel
o   Cake in bed: flan Bordelais and tartelette aux framboises (raspberry tart)
·         Second day up early for castles: Pascal is the driver of the mini-van; two Aussies - newlyweds on their honeymoon - from Geelong + Henry from Shanghai (working in HK) en route to Cairo to see the pyramids and often comes to Taipei so Cassy told him about Lutetia (authentic French café near us) so he can have a little "taste of France" next time he is there; four castles:
o   Villandry: misty; spectacular manicured gardens
o   Azay-le-Rideau: being renovated - replacing slate roof tiles; lots of tapestries; parquetry floors
§  Lunch break back at Tours: Cassy helped Henry order some wine with his lunch; Cassy and Valerie took baguettes (smoked salmon/chicken) back to their hotel room
o   Chenonceau: large; OTT Christmas decorations detracted a little from the grandeur of the place itself
o   Amboise: high on hill overlooking the landscape with extensive views (panorama shots); intimate Chapelle St Hubert with bones of Leonardo da Vinci; castle with knights; beautiful gardens; large tower to exit, winding down the spiral "road" that horses used in the past
·         Wander home; vege burger and chevre croquette + éclairs au cafe for dinner; chilled the Veuve Cliquot on the windowsill using the bin as an "ice bucket" filled with soon-cooled water…
·         Third day: shopping in the morning - scarf for Xris, stockings from Calzedonia, silk singlets from Monoprix; Cassy bought French bandaids at a local pharmacie; walked an interesting circuit visiting amazing Cathedrale St Gatien (recommended by guide Pascal); beautiful grounds of the Musee des Beaux Arts with cedar dating back to 1804 - all propped up like the "giant" bonsai in some of the magnificent gardens in Japan…
·         Christmas eve - no restaurants open - had forgotten this detail so reduced to Resto Quick hamburgers (salmon/chicken) + super fresh salads + San Pellegrino mineral water! Not bad!
Limoges:
·         Very scenic train trip via Poitiers to Limoges - local trains so no reserved seats but this no problem; fair few people travelling on Christmas Day + a few dogs too! (very well behaved on train); saw fat Limousin cattle in the fields, flowing rivers and streams, and lots of "dead" trees fly by…
·         Room overlooks the Place de la Republique where the Marche de Noel is situated - so lots of lights, stalls of food and products +bustling people to survey from the balcony of the room - even a snow-covered gentle slope for "cross country snowshoeing" and the snow is replenished each morning for more fun the next afternoon/evening; also goats to pet!
·         Christmas night dinner very special: at Le Versailles restaurant situated about 10 mins wander from hotel, overlooking more decorative lights in yet another majestic square; (recommended by both the taxi driver and the receptionist at the hotel); excellent local fare - Limousin fillets aux poivres and au Roquefort (rich and creamy sauces to complement the perfectly cooked steaks) with a large portion of roasted seasonal vegetables + handmade frites - washed down with a local 2009 red; finished off with cardamom crème brulee; despite suggestion from our quirky waiter (Manuel from Fawlty Towers springs to mind…), no room for coffee…a Merry Christmas indeed!
·         First day: mild and a little showery; off to the porcelain museum Musee Adrien Dubouche (patron who collected/funded this massive collection of 10 000 pieces and though it took two goes at it, they saw them all! After the morning in the museum, off to the Office de Tourisme - booked ride on Le Petit Train the next night; then back to feast on more porcelain…lovely guides there - one (whose daughter was visiting Melbourne at that time) was keen to discuss the respective virtues of French and Australian food culture so Cassy's French got a work out! Pooped after processing all that beauty so visited deli on way home for gourmet doings for sandwiches + flan and eclairs au café for feast in the room!
·         Second day: mild and sunny (10 degrees): bit of shopping - wine cooler for Xris, Swatch for Kristin; just a warm up for the real mission of the day - Boulevard Louis Blanc where all the porcelain is actually sold (!); Valerie extended the collection of her Limoges dinner set "Histoire Naturelle" and Cassy bought two white plates with blue dots; more shopping on way home - Valerie bought Cassy some chic navy suede pumps -thanks V! Turkish kebabs from "hole in the wall" café full of Turkish-looking people - authentic dinner of giant chicken kebabs; cup of tea at hotel then Le Petit Train for an hour of Christmassy French songs on the soundtrack and a tour all around the city for a close-up of the bright lights and major sights/sites…locals very friendly and lots waved to us in the train… very festive!
·         Third day: mild and bright sunshine (4-10 degrees) walk to Cathedrale St Etienne + botanical gardens, fountains and manicured grounds surrounding the (adjacent) Musee des Beaux Arts in what used to be a municipal building; cute ginger cat liked a pet from Cassy; beautiful oak parquetry floors - very squeaky; spent three hours exploring the different levels:
o   Ancient Egyptian artefacts
o   History of Limoges (with models of the city from ancient times to modern day to illustrate its growth)
o   Range of art from medieval to modern times, including some dazzling enamels (for which Limoges is famous)
o   Very exciting for Cassy and Valerie were some paintings by Berthe Morisot - artist whose work (reminiscent of Renoir) that they (and David) had seen in the Musee Marmottan in Paris many years ago…
·         Stroll home; Lanson champagne + quiche + millefeulle and flan de myrtille for dinner…yum!
Paris:
·         Up early to catch the 9:06 TGV to Paris; frosty cold today (1-5 degrees); fields white, cows huddled, ponds frozen, whisked along - only two stops (Chatereau and Les Aubrais)
o   Arrived on time at Gare d 'Austerlitz at around 12:10; taxi to hotel in Rue du Caumartin (near the Opera Garnier); in plenty of time to metro back to Cite (via the #9 and #4 lines) for Notre Dame tour of the actualTour - longed-for look at Paris from atop this famous landmark; clear, blindingly bright and sunny; 422 steps to the top with fascinating commentary from our knowledgeable guide; close encounters of a gargoyle nature; many photos taken…(!)
o   Metro back to one of "our" (three) stations - Havre-Caumartin (along with Opera and Madeleine); dinner at local brasserie - salad, steak-frites, pichet of red; more shopping - scarf for David; fancy bag for Cassy - thanks heaps Valerie (and Xris)!!! Back to hotel for cup of tea + macarons (laid on in the lounge for hotel guests…)
·         Second day (big day today): off to metro Denfert-Rochereau to tour the catacombs; found the place to meet easily with the aid of David's very detailed pictures and instructions - thanks D!; very macabre but mesmerizing nonetheless - staring mortality in the face (literally) is quite confronting…
o   Metro back - late lunch/early dinner at Pizza Firenze - local pizza restaurant-  onion soup, salade chevre, pizza quatre fromages - delish! (Too much cheese is never enough…)
o   Metro on #8 Balard-Creteil line (old favourite!) to Opera Bastille ("new" Opera House inaugurated in 1989) for Swan Lake ballet performed by the first national ballet corps and orchestra - incredible skill and sumptuous costumes! Great seats (booked by Cassy online one day months earlier at school, moments after the tickets became available, in the small gap between the end of school and the start of a faculty meeting! (Just made it!)
o   Late night - too hyped up to go to bed so up till 1 AM!
·         Third day very cold! (-3-2 degrees): tour of Opera Garnier (the "old" Opera House) just down the road - walked and found the place to meet our group (Cassy asked one of the guards at the exit of the bookshop for directions to the meeting spot vaguely described on the ticket and he noticed that it came from Taiwan; he was incredulous  - that anyone from Taiwan should come to Paris??? Anyway, he quite colloquially asked, "Taiwan, c'est quoi?" ("What is Taiwan?") and thus initiated an interesting chat about coming all that way to Paris…
o   Learned lots about the Opera House; spied on an army of workers festooning the main staircase with garlands of flowers - roses, hydrangeas, orchids… - ready for the final performance of the year that evening (some modern opera…); mini "Hall of Mirrors" a la Versailles, private entrance for Napoleon (that he died before using), library + the splendor of the main auditorium with its controversial re-worked ceiling covered by a series of magnificent murals by Chagall - a bit like the glass pyramid at the Louvre where the juxtaposition of new and old offends some sensibilities …
o   Wandered to the Tuileries via Place Vendome (and indulged in some high-end window shopping…); Cassy's face nearly froze and cracked off so refueled on crepes Grand Marnier before returning to hotel; final dinner in another local brasserie for New Year's Eve - carrot soup and pichet of red from the Saint Emilion region (one of the wine growing areas visited by Cassy and Valerie on a previous foray in France…); V- lamb, roast potatoes, green beans; C - four cheese ravioli + salad;  later, cup of tea and macaroons in lounge at hotel
o   Up early for taxi at 8:30 to CDG2 for flight to HK; freezing cold - snow/ice covered trees - ghostly white…en route to airport; quick trip so well on time
o   Screaming baby on flight (!) so little sleep; oh well - head is spinning with all the adventures anyway…

o   Back to work for C; back to pack for V for next trip!

Tuesday, January 03, 2017






















About half way through the shinkansen ride to Nagano prefecture I started to get the first stirrings of nostalgia. It wasn't the first class accommodation I was enjoying as the train hurtled through tunnels and cuttings with barely a quiver, as the bullet train track to Ueda and surrounds didn't exist until the Nagano Olympics in 1998. Instead, it was the increasing familiarity I felt with the countryside; the stripped and dusted trees, the emergence of snow drifts at intervals beside the tracks and the quick glimpses of gleaming white mountain tops. When the train made a brief stop at Karuizawa, one of my former stomping grounds, in fact a great couple of days were had at a Santana concert on the ski slopes in the summer of '86, my journey back to 1986 was complete. Or, so I thought!

Walking out to greet my friend and mentor of 30 years hence, Hiromi, was another trip. After a quick hug, it was straight to business...., "Do you mind if I make a brief stop?", an oft-heard refrain from decades past, usually on the way home from a hard day's work. As I should have guessed, we needed to stop in at a business or two where I was roped into service to provide the professional face and an example of the teachers who may be provided for further teaching. It wasn't all business though, as she kindly drove me around the old neighbourhood, including further afield to Sakaki, Nezumi-jo, Togura and Kamiyamada.

It was bitter sweet to visit a couple of places. My dear old farmhouse succumbed to the beckoning of developers and has been transformed into a quite uninspiring set of apartments, but the neighbouring houses have so far survived intact. My much loved yakitori bar/ restaurant was still there, but the truck-stop ramen house now sells ice-creams! The other big blow was to find the riverside Togura machi bathhouse, where I became the mate and mascot for a local Yakuza gang, had been blown away to be replaced by a gleaming new edifice: at least they're still using the same gurgling water source!

Due to train out the next day, I got a surprise when Hiromi contacted the hotel and wanted me to play Santa visiting some pre-schools the next day. My initial thought was , "No way!" , but then I re-considered....will there be another chance to do this in the back-blocks of Japan? Probably not, so just do it! As many of Hiromi's plans always were, the end result was a little muddled! The original Santa had arrived despite late calls suggesting he have a rest, so I was relegated to a rather form-fitting reindeer suit. Incredible hilarity ensued and we visited various pre-schools, starting with tiny babies and culminating in a raucous and fun-filled gig in a hall of 300 strong 5-6 year olds. I went a little nuts and thoroughly entertained the kids with dances and songs and high-fives all round. I'm glad I wasn't the teacher calming them down after we left!

I was making bookings each night online with my phone as the next day panned out, so when I arrived back in Tokyo, I went back to the same tiny, but functional and clean hotel about a kilometre from Tokyo Station in Kyobashi. It was stroll from the glitzy shopping haunts of Ginza, so was an interesting area. I ended up revisiting some remembered sights from decades past and they were much the same as I remembered. The buzz of Shinjuku was constant and exciting if not a little enervating. I was always keen to find some solace from the human press in a series of delightful little cafes, each with their own quirkiness. As always, greeted with a beaming smile, a piping hot wet towel and a glass of water before even ordering were little nuances that made everything feel familiar and nostalgic. The wait staff always approached with some trepidation and it was always fun to put them at their ease by launching into some Japanese ordering. The same could be said for the patient and incredible staff at the JR shinkansen booking centres: despite that they advertise that everyone now speaks English (!), it was fun to disarm them by doing all the bookings entirely in Japanese...there was always a palpable relief!

To wander aimlessly in Tokyo for a couple of days was an exciting option. As I flashed by rail pass constantly in and out of stations, I was glad to have made the call to buy it. Apart from the shinkansens all over the country, the regular trains and ferries and some buses were included as well. I went to the Meiji Shrine, the Imperial Palace and bustling hubs of Yoyogi, Harajuku and Shibuya. I stuck my head up in the dazzling electronic din of Akihabara before quickly descending down into the subway again. I caught trains at rush hour and had the "joy" of being pushed into carriages by white gloved station attendants...once you're in, there's no need to hang on to anything...the sardines just slightly sway in their can!

I saw modern changes. The bookstore is not dead or dying in Japan, it just seems to be growing larger...yes!! I went to one in Shinjuku that occupies seven entire floors of a building! Not only that, but retailing super centres don't seem to be suffering the same threats from online purchasing that they do in other places in the world. I went past the biggest outlets of various stores and brands that I have ever seen, and they were all packed...Cass would have been jealous of the Uniqlo!

The main things remained the same, however. Despite the incredible crowds and mass of humanity, people are polite and delightful to a fault...it's a remarkable national sensitivity that is a jewel of their society. Food, largely, remains exactly the same too: when something's not broke, why fix it I suppose? People were stylishly dressed in a muted palette and there was an incredible silence to the streets....even traffic seemed determined to be polite and unremarkable!

I traveled to Yokohama by local express train on my last night in Tokyo to meet up again with Sachiko Nakayama, my erstwhile companion and friend of 30 years ago, who has been married to Canadian Christopher for nearly that same amount of time and living in various spots around Asia, mainly following his work opportunities. She met me at the station and proceeded to show me the marvels of the Yokohama waterfront precinct, which has been rebuilt with much flair and pizazz. They've bought a unit in Yokohama and plan to live there for some time to come. We wandered through the restored harbour buildings, now housing galleries and restaurants, before we ourselves settled harbourside at an Italian restaurant. It was probably best that Cass and Chris weren't with us as we just reminisced about places, events and of course our own family and friends that we were both aware of. A lot of the time was spent reminding each other of certain people, reactions and events....it took a while, but we got there! It was a lovely evening and despite a wild waterside squall which blew out both our umbrellas on the way back to the station and gave us a quick drenching when it blew up quite violently, we were both pleased to catch up.

Early the next day, the shinkansen again beckoned and I was whisked further down the island to Kyoto. I'd "cleverly" booked a hotel about a kilometre from the station on the wrong side of town but had a bit of trouble finding it! When I did, the Anteroom Kyoto lived up to expectations. Its cavernous spaces were littered with art installations and stand alone pieces, with quirky items everywhere to be seen. The room itself was pretty basic, but you couldn't fault the lead-in. Another thing I couldn't fault was the availability of a slick Louis Garneau pushbike for use around the city. Despite inclement weather and intermittent showers, I set off, armed with an umbrella unfurled as I rode and got to visit at least 4 of the big temples and shrines with a few smaller hidden gems discovered in between.

I visited a temple we'd never been to before, a five tiered pagoda most impressive, whose name escapes me at this moment! (The To-ji temple thanks to google!) I powered round the city streets and across railway crossings, keeping the revs up high to counteract the falling temperatures as the rain dissipated and the sleet appeared. It's always so peaceful to be in the presence of such majestic structures and the grounds just drip with ancient beauty, trees propped and fortified against time and spaced so carefully to inspire grander and more peaceful thoughts at every turn. I wandered out again in the evening to again enjoy the ambiance of the frenetic holiday shopping in the covered arcades around 3rd and 5th streets in the main town.

Unfortunately, I boarded my last shinkansen of the trip the following day, after an express train from Kyoto to Shin Osaka. It was a little sad: I'd become very used to this amazing transport over the past week or so and was going to miss all the style, speed, luxury and convenience of super rapid transit, as it just always gets better and better in Japan.  A few short hours later we glided into the hub of Fukuoka, Hakata Station. My hotel was just a few gates, corridors and underground malls away from the station and it was tiny and functional but very slick. The bonus was its own dedicated, brand new onsen on the ground floor. The Japanese bath house was modern and stylish and very large. It had all the traditional elements with a few nods to modern conveniences (even showers for those who don't like/can't use the stool and bucket method of washing.)

I spent the next day and a half re-visiting some of the precincts of Fukuoka that I'd seen before and discovering a slew of new sights. One reason I was able to spread my wings a little more was of course, time, but also a better negotiation of the very adequate subway system. The city has a few intersecting lines which cleverly weave their way through the main districts. I ate in a recommended ramen restaurant, Ippudo, before sampling some late night, piping hot from the grill, chicken yakitori at a bustling and noisy izakaya I stumbled upon in some back street or other. I managed to slake some thirst for the local brews too, of course!

I arranged through a series of messages to meet Gurecki at the downtown Tenjin bus station early the next afternoon. Despite his slightly misleading directions (leading me to the wrong building for starters!) I was easily able to find his arrival hall and we proceeded to enjoy a most raucous and entertaining afternoon and evening while sampling all that is good in food and beer in this fine city. We moved from venue to venue and it was fun for him to again break our hard and fast beer ordering rules and be slightly chagrined: the trouble was, though, that he was so cautious not to be caught out again that I had a full beer for the rest of the evening whether I liked it, or wanted it, or not! We managed to have a really good catch up on recent news and of course, it was really easy and entertaining for us to both have a chat and relax. After a meal out at a special restaurant, we taxied back to the bus station before he was on his way back to Nagasaki.

As I caught the subway and shuttle bus to the airport the next morning, it was quite poignant to begin to process all that I'd seen and heard and done. I must say I don't really recommend such a strange rediscovery tour after three decades away. Despite some aspects being quite joyous and spectacular, it was also a canvas of disappointment, especially seeing things and people gone, and places not quite as romantically painted as you'd like to recall them. This is interesting. One thing that did resonate with me, however, is the strongest feeling of the lot. Almost as if I wasn't really involved in the decision making, things  occurred in my life a few decades back and I'm still benefiting from those choices to this day. Thankyou my much missed partner of the last couple of weeks who has stuck around for those three decades and more....!

Here are more photos....

P.S. I got a great book in that seven story book store in Shinjuku: Ian Rankin with Rebus out of retirement....exciting!