Monday, 5 March 2018
…trust I won’t be boaring boring today.
Flat dogs only?
Fountain of the brass lions.
Typical bicycle parking.
Atypical bicycle parking.
Street activities and overcast over clock tower.
Below street activities aka archaeologists in trenches.
Church dome.
Bread of life pitch.
Simple salad side, came with my moussaka.
Many of our paths in old Aix. Wiggles and irregularities mostly due to narrowness of streets combined with height of buildings.
Wednesday, 28 February 2018
Having seen opening times listed as 9am (Google), 10am (city website), and nothing (official webpage), we gambled that the gate to the closed-Tuesday fort might be open at 10:45am. Not. And it was overcast and windy. We took sanctuary behind one wall of the church, where the wind was more indirect. Note: no sun, windy, cold. Our destinations for touristing became the fort (beige, left) and the Mucem/MuCEM (black, central).
We didn’t spend long in the fort (windy, cold), but the view was terrific—harbor entrance is below me.
An exhibition area in the fort was touted as Picasso. Turned out Picasso kinda art-decorated some theater productions, including costumes and backdrops. Kinda like “George Washington slept here.”
On to the Mucem, which is covered with this platelet web made of concrete. We went down hallways of nothing, and found a gallery labeled Roman-photo.
Me, not knowing French and thinking I can sort out obvious words thought some kind of Italian whatever-art. We were there ten minutes before I figured out it means “photo novel.” This is an everyday publication type somewhere between harlequin romance and comic book, which was popular everywhere, including France, Italy, and, here, Spain.
At some point, the production involved high-end cameras, and well-known actors, from Sophia Lauren to Brad Pitt (or maybe Pitt’s face was used, but he didn’t pose, kinda like People?)
The stories seem to have been heavy on human-human interactions, and adult subjects. Some were scary.
Others used character-types we’d recognize from other forms of theater.
The exhibit included this half-car used for two-shots. Love the receding palm trees. No turns if you want to sustain the driving effect.
Down another hallway, we found a bunch of de Gaulle documentaries. That’s the big guy speaking. And he was tall, and had a world-class schnozz. The Guru says when he was a kid he got de Gaulle and Jimmy Durante confused.
On a lower level, we found what seems to have been the permanent display on general Mediterranean history…accent on the people of wine, olives, and cereal agriculture. And bulls…well, more cows, I’d bet.
Love this wine-jug saddle. Gotta move that product to market, no?
Another gallery got into Ottoman-Genoese history. Love all the little scenarios in this painting.
In the museum, this guy was nicknamed Barberousse (he died in 1546). The label named him formally Kheir ed-Din. WikiPee in French calls him Khizir Khayr ad-Dîn and Khayr ad-Din. English WikiPee calls him Hayreddin Barbarossa and Barbarossa Hayreddin Pasha, and says his Turkish name was Hızır Hayreddin (Hayrettin) Paşa (among others). Easier to stick to Barberousse/Barbarossa. He was a famous pirate, navy-man, and, along with his brothers, took control of Algiers, then opted to ally with Turkey/the Ottoman empire against the threat of Spain. Confused? Yeah, it’s one of those mixed, complex stories typical of Mediterranean folk for millennia.
As we left the museum, we could feel fine precip. Wet, though, not the snow that nearby areas got today. We walked back to our neighborhood and I sampled a family restaurant’s version of marmite, the fish stew I had two days ago. No garlic-mustard or cheese, so simpler flavors. Except for the two langoustines, no shells. Same dried baguette slices. In this case the soup/broth was served separate from the bowl of mixed seafood species, except for a bit in the seafood bowl; this meant the soup stayed hotter, perfect for ladling at will into the seafood. The flavor of the soup was along the same lines, and I still don’t know exactly what it was/is.
Precip was a bit more intense as we skedaddled down to the bakery to get a quiche snack for later and pain au chocolat for tomorrow with our coffee. Tomorrow is a travel day, and we understand that today’s snow flurries/wintery mix in Aix will become rain for our visit. Oh, yay.
Tuesday, 27 February 2018
That’s the headline. As we got to the gate to the bridge to the “north fort” and also the MuCEM (pronounced museum), we saw it was closed and locked. Plan B time.
Plan B was walk down to the harbor front, then go right or north around the base of the fort on this narrow walkway, then work our way north. We started at the place we began to harbor-walk yesterday, but went the opposite direction.
We had a good view of the mouth of the harbor and a pedestrian ferry entering, along with a sailboat motoring out.
Further along, we could see a large shipping/people/vehicle ferry leaving the port headed across the Mediterranean; crossing is about 20 hours.
We looped around the MuCEM building to a big terrace suitable for water-views; below it is a parking garage. MuCEM is short for Musée des Civilisations de l’Europe et de la Méditerranée. Yup, closed. That brought us around to a land-view through the Ferris Wheel. The MuCEM is the black building, far right.
Another ferry leaving. The Corsica route also crosses to Algiers, but takes 23 hours.
Walked under the wheel. Did not feel compelled to take a ride. Nor did many other people, although we did see two young girls dragging probably grandma and grandpa toward the ticket office. Let’s get high!
Working our way north past a ferry dock and passenger and car entrance/exit, looking inland the buildings are not new, and it seems preservationists are making developers preserve the façades. This orange-ish building with the white outlined windows is one end of a large, busy mall in the gutted interior. Can’t tell that from here.
We did go in a mall on the water side. Also busy, and not just people off the ferries. Went up two levels and presto, an Apple store! With a fantastic view of the Mediterranean!
Little cool for sitting today….
We walked through the store and onto the terrace. The north end was near a Corsica ferry being loaded. We saw semis rolling on.
Headed inland and passed on the land side of the cathedral. This is the route “home.”
We’re taking it easier today, probably just fine that we didn’t make it a museum day and need to apply our brain cells to thoughtfulness. Teehee!
Monday, 26 February 2018
We went to bed early last night, thoroughly pooped. My eyes were closed by 8pm after a longlonglong travel day. We slept and slept. We finally got up just before 11am. [Have I slept that long since I was an infant?] We were thoroughly rejuvenated (no surprise!), especially after the pot of coffee the Guru made…coffee and milk thoughtfully stocked in our apartment!
We set off to explore the harbor. Marseille’s harbor is a rectangular U with the opening to the west. We live in the old town, on the north side. There’s a fort on each side of the harbor opening. This photo is from the north fort toward the south fort. Also, the southern skyline is dominated by the Basilique Notre-Dame-de-la-Garde, high on a rocky outcrop. Although it looks older, it was built in the late mid-1800s. If you get closer or have a big lens, you can see the glinting, gilded statue of the Virgin atop the belltower.
Down at the harbor, you can see that what was once a working harbor used by fisherman, traders, and pirates navies, there’s still a bit of evidence of fishing, but mostly the harbor is full of moored pleasure boats, both sailing and motoring.
I was quite interested in these boat supports/jacks, for the endlessly necessary work on hull cleaning and maintenance.
The many docks radiating out from the wide apron around the water are all protected by gates; this one even had barbed wire. As near as we could tell, each dock was controlled by a different group, usually named a Society of Somethingorother.
Tourists did the usual lots of phone checking, pictures, music, whatever….
Oddly, I noticed no selfie-sticks. Wha? Bring a friend instead?
The base of the U has an artistic high reflective…roof(?), creating probably highly appreciated shade in the summer heat. Today, not so much. Note winter coats.
We took the obligatory close-up shots. Here’s a fine one showing complex anchor engineering.
We also took, uhem, I took many mast-reflection shots. Here’s only one, Lucky You.
We finally got around to the south end of the U, and looked back across the harbor mouth at the northern harbor-protecting fort.
Along the way, we stopped for a big seafood lunch. Big. Mine was a bowl of mixed species. I could not identify the flavors in the broth, quite tasty, but I’m pretty sure it was thickened with bread crumbs. It was served with a small bowl of grated hard cheese, and a small bowl of mustard with garlic and I don’t know what else. I wasn’t sure what to do with them, so after I’d gotten some of the shells out of the way (mmmmm), I stirred them both in. The broth was good both before and after the additions.
The Guru had moules frites, which is mussels with a side of fries. The mussels had marsala (pretty sure) and garlic (definitely) in the steaming/boiling liquid/broth; also yummmmm.
After our lovely, sun-drenched walking tour of the harbor (we missed the cross-harbor pedestrian ferry (1€ for two people), and so walked around the east end of the harbor, then cut north and west finally getting into the narrow streets of our neighborhood. There’s plenty of elevation change, and some sections are all steps.
We had such fun, and took hundreds of photos; I only include the merest sample, chosen to include the highlights—boats, buildings, sunlight. Also, see the moon!? Time to head to the bakery for some take-home quiche for tonight and pain au chocolat for breakfast. Our world is pretty darned fine.
Oops. I almost forgot to add that out our kitchen window I can see this headless Barbie on the tile roof across the street. Abandoned art, or art by abandonment?
Sunday, 18 February 2018
We spent the day on and (mostly) near the beach. We got out early to enjoy that low-angle light, and it’s a good thing—already almost HOT by 8:30 am!
Circling in the car behind the dunes traveling from one place to another, we found these large bloom clusters; I have no idea what they are.
Late in the day, we found this lovely juxtaposition of light and shadow, shapes and colors.
On a late-day beach wander, we found this sea-denizen, or its fading carcass. Such striking, amazing colors!
Saturday, 17 February 2018
The title is apt for our day; we did cover some ground. We also kinda went underground through this tunnel. I could not even read the last line of the sign “No trucks except standard height…” because, irony of ironies, truck-roofs had so damaged it that the letters have been bashed to near-oblivion.
We also went through tunnels of trees. The green is beginning to pop. (Apologies for the insect grease.)
Then we made it to the ocean! Yay, Atlantic! Substantial marine layer for after noon…. Thanks, K!
Southbound, we dodged some serious traffic, as the Day-tone-uh race (rrrrrrrr) was underway as we slipped south past it, keeping thousands of vehicles in actual parking lots and not out on the roads. Above we could see the Wingfoot One, but without the customary Goodyear name…and instead a hashtag advertising a Goodyear ad-video that will premier tomorrow.
Safely past the motor mecca, we headed for a place that advertised it’s fine view. Walking through the parking lot, we were glad we found a regular space, as apparently handicapped vehicles get special avian…attention…the kind that can damage the paint job.
Turns out the restaurant gave us seats to a terrific sunset show, and decent enough food. Won’t go back, but it was perfect for this evening.
Tired, we reached our destination. Yawn. G’night.
Friday, 16 February 2018
Rural small towns in the Deep South: you will find churches, but not usually this large and fancy.
You will also find evidence that there used to be more buildings.
Go far enough south, and you will see Spanish moss (not a moss at all) festooning the trees, often oaks.
Monocropping trends towards trees and…
…cotton (decorative sample). Also pecans and sometimes peanuts (neither pictured).
The soils tend to be sandy, sometimes nearly white. You may see horse hoofprints.
And you know you’re in a small town when the restaurant puts the game to keep the kids occupied out in the street.
* (Chinese) Happy New Year!
Saturday, 10 February 2018
Now that we’ve plowed through “Peaky Blinders” (did not expect to enjoy it so much), we tried “Britannia” (nope; too…trite?), and now we’re sampling “Victoria.” Several times we’ve seen the notation “faint voices” in the subtitles…so poetic.
Vague, indistinct, pale. Synonyms of faint.
Also, foggy, cloudy?
Friday, 9 February 2018
Today’s beautiful is decorated, glazed, pottery garden ball, decorated with stylized peacock-feather eyes. They mimic leaves and vegetation, no?
The mundane was walking two streets that workmen had been busy along—digging around every utility pole. Looks like they were digging below the ground surface to reveal and examine and maintain the bases of the poles. They are good-sized (to carry the lines along the street), and brownish, like they’re impregnated with tarry compounds. Yet, below ground, some were fine, others were shaved we assumed because the “wood” surface-layers were no longer undamaged, others had a rotten layer that the workers removed. We could not tell how the poles would be rehabilitated. Depending on the weather, maybe I’ll recheck tomorrow. BTW, I thought the brown paper was to protect the above-ground pole from being…tarred (or swabbed with whatever they’ll apply).
And that is today’s story.
Thursday, 8 February 2018
To me, both of these photos could spur a great story. Several, yes? First, the companionable, colorful, unoccupied chair trio….
And this one…. It’s hard to figure, no? At first glance, abstract shapes, but not regular. Turns out the grayish features are the surfacing, struggling roots of a good-sized tree trapped between a sidewalk and curb perhaps two feet apart—struggling to obtain water, nutrients, and whatever is “goodie” to a tree. Between the roots are moss and pockets of twigs and dried leaves…a forgotten, ignored mini-landscape.