My second time in Elne, the town where the husband’s paternal grandfather is from, this time with my parents, sister and my mother-in-law. We spent a bit of time at the cloister next to Cathédrale Sainte-Eulalie-et-Sainte-Julie d’Elne with its beautifully-sculpted and well-preserved columns in romanesque and gothic styles before heading to the extended family’s for apéro hour and a hearty lunch of boles de picolat (Catalan-style meatballs).
Place de l’Église, 66200 Elne, France
So glad we finally made it to le Cirque du Fer à Cheval this spring. We did an easy hike for 3-4 hours, wowed by majestic views of the largest cirque in the Alps and its spectacular waterfalls at this time of the year the entire way. Easily the most impressive nature reserve I’ve been to in France so far. Hiking boots a must as there are quite a few streams to wade through.
Bit of east Paris cameo there with a scene in the 7bis métro line (Buttes Chaumont to Pré Saint-Gervais) but I’m pretty sure this is not what people look for when they want to watch a French film set in Paris. You’ve got Zazie dans le métro (1960) and Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain (2001) for that. Not a film for the faint-hearted either since not everyone could stomach the New French Extremity genre. It’s definitely one of the most intense and brutal films I’ve watched in recent years, progressing from dark destructive vengeance to the relative calm of bliss and happiness but unfortunately, as the narrative is in reverse chronological order, it ends up being bittersweet instead. The only consolation: le temps détruit tout indeed.
Other than the fact that I cringe every time someone breaks into song, it’s definitely one hell of a very photogenic mid-century murder mystery thriller, all melodramatic and whimsical.
Made a spontaneous trip to London while the husband was away on a work trip to Singapore. Caught up with old friends, met two babies for the first time, enjoyed lots of art and bought enough tea to last me six months.