Agde..the Mediterranian a’la Christophe
Here is yet another (and much belated) installment on the France trip. Unfortunately, I cannot figure out how to copy the photos from Flickr to my desktop so that I can then put them in my blog. There is a back story here. I lost my camera the second day I was in France. We went mushrooming at the ass-crack of sawn in the mountains. I was trudging around the woods with my camera in my pocket and it fell out! I did not know until we got back to the car and there was no way to back track when we had been zigzagging across the side of a forested hill looking for mushrooms and not paying attention to any particular landmarks (like the thousands of pines that all look alike). So, I used Becca’s camera and downloaded them to Flickr every night. This was not really an issue until today. I had to replace my computer because it is on its last leg. I decided to go over to the dark side and we bought a MAC. Now, I have to say I am in love….but there is no “right-click” which means I can’t steal my own photos back from Flickr. AGHHHHH.
So, here is the link for those of you who are really curious. http://www.flickr.com/photos/slippingthroughmyfingers/page12/
Agde is the largest resort town in the south of France and a destination for French wanting to escape the cities and frolic on the beach. It is beautiful. The beaches are very rocky….even the sand is black from the pulverized rocks and shells. The contrast of the black against the heartbreakingly beautiful blue of the sea and the sky is stunning. Of course, it was pretty cool when we were there, about 60 and not many were swimming, but many were walking the beaches. Remi and Alex got a bit wet, but even they decided it was too cool for much of a dip. The town is full of stores on a boardwalk kind of area. Many of the stores were closed for the season, but there was still plenty to be had, should we have had the need for questionable beachwear or some moonwalk stilts! The boardwalk area is right on the sea. The docks are on one side of the walk and the shops and building on the other. I found a boat named “diane” at the dock and I asked Becca if the name Dianne was popular in France. She snickered and asked if I really wanted to know. Of course, I did….she said that men name their best hunting dogs “Diane” after the goddess of the hunt. Christophe said she was correct and he even owned a dog named Diane at one point and she was an excellent hunting dog. Oh well, at least they reserve my name for the BEST dogs! There are pictures in Flickr of my boat.
One of the most interesting things I saw in Agde was the monument hill to the Americans who fell fighting for France’s freedom in WWII. It was a beautiful hill and looked out to the clear sea. I took many photos of it, both detail and overall, but I know I was unable to capture the full effect….but I am certain there is no way I can write about the place. It was moving and eerie and odd to find something dedicated to Americans in France. Common myth is that the French don’t care for Americans and never have and never will. I think things are a lot more complicated than that and this monument is tangible evidence that in some way, our country has made a positive impression on the French.
Christophe and Becca both told me many different times how great the area is that they live in and I think I have to agree. In a weeks’ time Christophe took us to the beach, to the farm, to the mountains and to the city all within an hour from their house. Christophe said the region of Caux was the best for him and I think it is the best for the kids and Becca as well. There is so much to do and see, the people are kind and generous and the air feels squeaky clean. It was amazing. Browse through my pictures….I think you’ll agree.