Passadoc Gazette - No 192

The Hebdo 192

Silence...

Everything's quiet, quiet... Sometimes a breath of air gently shakes the cherry leaves... From time to time, the rustling of wings of a pressed fly disturbs the silence... It's nap time.

And for this rest period, what better than a chaise longue?

She appeared in the modest gardens at the same time as the paid holidays of 1936. Previously, the luxurious « day bed » Only in the bourgeois salons.

In fact, this bed is a deep, comfortable, upholstered chair, covered with more or less luxurious fabric; The seat is stretched so that the legs can be extended. Depending on the times, it is called « Duchess », « light », « meridian », « Recamier ».

With the first transatlantic crossings, the « rest bed » Go get some air... and meet on decks. It will also change its name: here it is « transat » And it accompanies the fashion of sunbathing. The « Designers » will work forms, use various materials (wood, metal, bamboo, wicker, resin); Little by little, this summer furniture will democratize; Today, it is everywhere in campsites, on the beaches and of course in the gardens!

Jeanne Monin

Research on various sites.

Noelie Rebuffel Huys
– Very nice picture. The rest of the elders was rare... And the chaise longue even more.

Kristel Schwartz Lions
– A little penequet!
[Provencal: a short nap]

Marie-Dominique Germain
– Who doesn't know stuck his finger in those deck chairs...

Jeanne Monin
– Yvan Audouard claimed that « in Provence, the sun rises twice, in the morning and after the nap ».

Claude Boyer
– ♫♪♫♪ Maybe today, or tomorrow.This damn sun gives me the flemmer ♪♪♫♪♪

The Echoes of the Week
Autumn
In the centre of the village
Reflects
Venice
The Fog
Passadoc
The peis and lo predictor

Autumn

Maryse Laugier
Ah! grilled chestnuts in the holed stove on the embers of the fireplace! What a memory...
And all the derivatives: brown cream, frozen browns...

Jean-Philippe Tinois
The castaners that run along the highway where there is now LIDL, and especially the Thalgo cosmetics that had bought lifespans ... while they lived for a long time to the Savines sisters, chapelières of their state in Roquebrune.
Do they have anything to do with the chestnut? I've got a crazy problem finding one on the internet; We're talking about fighting, castagna, but nothing on the chestnut.

In the centre of the village

Fashionful expression that I hear on the news. :

– You have to put (or sometimes put) the church in the center of the village!

... to say that we must stop doing anything.

I am a maniac of church visits. He learns a lot about the life of Christians in the country through statues, inscriptions and stained glass windows.

I confirm that churches are most often at the centre of villages and neighbourhoods in cities. They are not frequented during the week. I confirm that too.

[Text and photo André Abbe – Church of Draveil (91)]

Exchanges to smile between Claude Boyer and Jeanne Monin

Claude
Do you know that Mr. Seguin's goat grazed grass from the fields surrounding Draveil where Alphonse Daudet owned a house?

Jeanne
I heard she was pretty... They say she had a non-commissioned officer's beard! Amazing for a goat, isn't it?

It is also said – but so many things are said – that she had long white hairs that made her a houppeland and black and shiny hooves...

Claude
Back then, Even in Esonne, there were big bad wolves...

Jeanne
Wild wolves... You have no idea!

They had entered Paris either by Issy or Ivry. After eating all the hazes of the capital, hungry, they sequestered M. Mouche, requisitioned his boats, went down the Seine to Draveil, and headed towards the forest.

Daudet passing by could have given the alarm... But he barely noticed them. It must be said that, like a sub-prefect, he was making worms.

From the village, he is « I don't know what » Because in the forest it was a carnage...

– Yet, stunned Alphonse, I did no harm to anyone... I was following my way as a little man!

Poor Daudet... He didn't know that good people don't like being on a road other than them.

Shameful and confused, the writer returned to his house from the top of the coast, a house in which one entered like a mill... He sat at his work table, and in a long letter he told his friend Mistral the story.

It looks like he's a little bit of a fan of the story... Shh! Shh! Since 1869, no one has seen... We're not going to reveal everything today.

And thanks to Albert Vidalie, Georges Brassens, Jean de La Fontaine... And Alphonse Daudet of course!

Reflections...

Photos André Abbe... Beautiful!

Venice

André Abbe
In 2024, access to Venice became paid. Cheap, 5 euros, and not paying for everyone, only for those who come for the day.

Sooner or later, you will have to pay to go to Saint-Tropez or the islands of Lérins.

But it will be difficult to charge tourists who arrive in Cannes or Nice because there are many accesses.

I have not been in Venice since the 1990s; At the time there were already many visitors. I got up early to avoid the crowd, my picture of the sunrise on the Salvation proves it.

Jean-Philippe Tinois
In hotels we pay a tourist tax... To park in Saint-Raphael, we pay the parking lot...

Not long ago to go to Guinea-Bissau, you had to have a visa paid in cash!! By going through an organization that makes the démarches in Paris because only one embassy in France – even for this kind of transaction that seems to be official – it was imposed an untraceable payment; It seemed improbable to me, but it was there, before my eyes, the racket is everywhere...

The other day, going for Regusse to eat at a friend who runs a restaurant, I pushed to the waterfall of Sillans. Surprise! You have to pay to go see her! I passed my way of rage... The argument always given officially is that parking times must be limited, roads must be maintained, etc. I think the only argument is that the recreational sheep mowing her needs or weaknesses.
Yes, I'll calm down, I promise!

The Fog

Battleman on the La Rochelle side... Balress on the island of Noirmoutier... Lady or goat on the Breton coast... It's also called « cherry crab »... In Provence, it's favoyle.

All these names for the same little animal!

Claude Boyer
Remember... Once the material was loaded in the Juvafour, my grandfather took the soup to Saint-Aygulf

Once on the spot, with plastic sandals to walk on the rocks, we set out to fish the snails that were easily caught, bious that was enough to pick up; For the araped, it was more difficult because it was necessary to slide the tip of a knife under the shell in order to take off the animal rapped to the rock, but for the rastegues, it was Pépé who loaded it because it was necessary to pay attention to the urticating tentacles.

We put the product of our fishing in a cage that Pépé had equipped with two large pieces of cork as floats. To see under the water, he DIYED a wooden frame equipped with a glass, the apparatus made waterproof by a seal of glass mastic. This utensil was useful in identifying octopus and sea urchins.

As for the octopus, Pépé had flattened a fork with which he was going to look for the beast in his hole and for the sea urchins that were sometimes too deep, he used a long wooden handle at the end of which he had fixed a small pan.

Then we went to the ponds of Villepey to look for locals. Yes! There was a time when we could fish in Villepey.

For the stretchers, he threw a metal basket which he brought back with a rope; scraping the bottom, the basket filled with shells.

Of course all this is ancient history.

There's nothing left to fish at sea. As for the ponds of Villepey, « protected natural site », « conservation of the coastline », « Natura 2000'′′...

Anyway, as far as the lovasses are concerned, they're screwed.

Lo peis e lo predictor

Cited in The Gazette :
André Abbe – François Abbe – Claude Boyer – Marie-Dominique Germain – Maryse Laugier – Jeanne Monin – Noelie Rebuffel Huys – Kristel Schwartz – Jean-Philippe Tinois.

REditor-in-Chief :
Jeanne Monin