July 30-31, Massif central to Nancy, then to Stuttgart

Monday we continued on to Nancy.

Field of sunflowers

Field of sunflowers

Tuesday I was off to Stuttgart, via Strasbourg. The French train worked well, the German one not so much.

The train from Strasbourg to Stuttgart arrived late. I went immediately downstairs in the train station to get a ticket / pass for the rest of my stay. I ended up with a Eurail Pass good for two countries (Germany, Denmark) for 10 travel days over a two-month period. This was just one euro more than a German Rail pass, good for 10 travel days in a one-month period.

After I got the ticket, I needed to go back upstairs to the trains. The escalator down worked. The escalator up did not, and there is no elevator. So, I dragged my bags up the very long flight of stairs in two trips. On the second trip a man came up behind and grabbed my bag and carried it up for me.

The train center also sold me a ticket to Plüderhausen, outside Stuttgart, where my friend Sylvie lives. I was given two trains to get there. When I got upstairs to the track, the first train was cancelled. I went to the second, a couple of tracks over. What I failed to notice was that it wasn’t the same train. It had the same end town, Aalen, but not the same stops.

The train left late — and then whizzed right by Plüderhausen. Poor Sylvie — she hopped in her car and rushed to Schwäbisch Gmund, the next stop and some miles / kilometers on down the road, and picked me up.  Meantime, it was over 90 degrees everywhere with no air conditioning and a fair amount of humidity.

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July 29, Albi, Carmaux

After getting the apartment closed up, we set out for Albi. Passing through one town, we found a giant detour. Trying to get back on track, we stumbled on a small parade celebrating the wine harvest.

Then it was on to Albi, a little north of Toulouse in southwest France. Many of the buildings are made of bricks, including the cathedral, which is one of the largest buildings I’ve ever seen. The cathedral, in its size, is absolutely breath-taking.

After Albi, Jacqueline took me to Blaye l. mines, where her husband grew up. We just passed through the village when we found the glass museum of Carmaux.

The exhibit at Carmaux, Aujourd’hui et Demain (Today and Tomorrow) brings together 70 young designers and artisans who are French or have studied in France. I found out about the museum because I’m on the email list of Jeremy Maxwell Wintrebert, a glass blower who has a piece in the show:

Jeremy Maxwell Wintrebert, Cloud (blown glass)

Jeremy Maxwell Wintrebert, Cloud (blown glass)

The Glass Museum at Carmaux

The Glass Museum at Carmaux

Simon Muller, Sans titre

Simon Muller, Sans titre

more photos coming

July 28, Cap d’Agde

Saturday was a “down” day — we went to the local market. We each bought a dress — mine turned out to be quite transparent. I had tried it on over my clothes — and missed that minor detail. We found some other unusual stuff to look at and spend money on.

Clay mural inside the entrance of Jacqueline's apartment house

Clay mural inside the entrance of Jacqueline’s apartment house

 

 

July 27, 2018 – Halle de Verre, Claret, and more

We set out by the port of Sète, where we saw huge ships that apparently run between France and Morocco. Outside Sète is a huge saltwater “pond” (I would be more inclined to call it a marsh) that seems to have some low-growing vegetation.

The goal of my trip to France is to visit two glass museums, one in Claret, north of Montpellier, and one at Carmaux, north of Toulouse and Albi. Today is Claret, reached by some very back roads, but now I’ve seen a lot of the south of France.

The idea is to write an article about some of the glass museums for a Tucson publication, including “professional” photos. We’ll see. We arrived at Claret about 10:45. This gives us a little over an hour and a half before the museum has a two-hour lunch break.

Halle de Verre, Claret

Halle de Verre, Claret

After the Deutsches Museum für Modernes Glas in Rödental, Germany, plus some other U.S. museums, this is a let-down. I found it online, so I wanted to check it out. If Jacqueline hadn’t driven me, I would have been all day getting there — train to Montpellier, tram to somewhere, then bus to Claret, where I’m not sure there was even a hotel.

The museum is on two floors. We had a reduced admission because they were doing some kind of work. On the first floor there’s a very complete history of glass, along with reproductions of some of the old pieces, and information about modern glass techniques. These are explained through some short videos, all in French (of course — we’re in France…). There’s also a very nice gift shop, with local / French artists.

Piece in the current exhibit

Piece in the current exhibit

Upstairs is the current exhibit, which is made up of French glass artists, many of whom are connected to large educational facilities. This includes one at Vannes-le-Chatel, which Jacqueline and I visited a couple of years ago.

After Claret we stopped at the Abbaye of Vermagne, a vineyard to buy some wine, then the town of Marseillan, where we bought more wine, looked around and I had a cup of coffee. Then it was back to the Cap.

The Abbaye of Vermagne was pretty interesting.

Abbaye de Valmagne, built in 1139

Abbaye de Valmagne, built in 1139

I’m not “into” churches — this one is huge. The property is full of trees, so it’s much cooler than many other places.

Church at Valmagne, Jacqueline is front left

Church at Valmagne, Jacqueline is front left

Wine barrels in the church at Abbaye de Valmagne

Wine barrels in the church at Abbaye de Valmagne

The church has huge barrels for wine — it’s in private hands and has been for some 7 generations. It produces a regional wine, though we didn’t buy any. It dates from 1139. Its claim to fame was that one of the heads of the abbey decided, around 1575, that he wasn’t going to be a Catholic anymore, so he led a group to slaughter all the monks and the 80-year-old man who took care of the wine in those days. The abbey was pretty much destroyed. A modern piece of stained glass was made from fragments and two new stained glass windows have been created.

Small stained glass window created from fragments of an old window

Small stained glass window created from fragments of an old window

Stained glass window at Valmagne, one of two remaining

Stained glass window at Valmagne, one of two remaining

Detail from one of the existing stained glass windows at Valmagne

Detail from one of the existing stained glass windows at Valmagne

Second stained glass window at Valmagne

Second stained glass window at Valmagne

Fountain under grape arbor at Valmagne

Fountain under grape arbor in courtyard at Valmagne

Shaded road, this near the abbey, but we passed by many like this

Shaded road, this near the abbey, but we passed by many like this

We went to La Madeleine winery in Marseillan (my granddaughter is also Madeleine). It’s a picturesque little town, as are all the towns in the area, with narrow streets.

Then it was back to Cap d’Agde. I was disappointed not to see any flamingos after Jacqueline told me that they were in the pond between Marseillan and Sète.

After dinner (never before 8 p.m.), we took a long walk around part of Cap d’Agde. There was to be an eclipse of the moon, but the sky was covered in fog, so we didn’t see anything.

more photos to come

July 25-26, 2018, Nancy to Cap d’Agde

A cousin of Jacqueline’s died just before I arrived. The funeral was Wed. afternoon. When she returned, we packed the car and took off for another cousin’s, to spend the night. Francine lives in a large, old (from 1830, if I understood correctly) house. Her previous place, the Chateau d’Orquevaux, was sold to an American artist who plans to use it for artist residencies (chateauorquevaux.com). I checked the prices for staying there — no one I know could — or would — spend the money.

At any rate, we took a walk and visited the chateau, which is hosting a group of painters led by Jennifer Taylor… not a relative. She said she’s invited every year to show at the Mountain Oyster Club in Tucson, which seems to be a big deal (I’ve not been invited, so I don’t know). Small world! I talked to several of the women who were interested in my jewelry.

The chateau, through the trees from below. An oops -- I was so enthralled with it all, I forgot to take photos.

The chateau, through the trees from below. An oops — I was so enthralled with it all, I forgot to take photos.

After our walk up the hill, we returned to Francine’s for a before-dinner apéritif followed by a delicious spaghetti dinner. Jacqueline had let them know I’m a vegetarian, and that’s what they — Francine and friend — came up with, which was great for me. Not sure about for them…. At any rate, the house, for want of a better word, was itself a museum, with wonderful glass pieces and artwork. Francine and her friend were quite welcoming. Unfortunately, I didn’t understand all of the conversation.

The next day we took off to go to Cap d’Agde, on the Mediterranean. Jacqueline’s family has an apartment there, and we’ll visit a couple of glass museums from there. It took us until after 7 p.m. to get there, after making a few stops at “aires”, rest areas.

Giant sundial at a rest stop - a public art sculpture

Giant sundial at a rest stop – a public art sculpture

Using her TomTom (GPS), I now know that the roundabouts are “rondpoints” and the driver is directed to the first through up to the fifth exit (sortie). Looking at the temperature the car tells us, it’s well over 100 degrees. My phone says it’s only 83 in Tucson… I was expecting cooler, not hotter weather.

One of the roundabouts had only cacti, one of which looked very much like a saguaro (these are native supposedly only to the Sonoran desert).  Cacti seem to be a popular motif for clothes and decorator objects.

We got to the Cap — Jacqueline has the smallest parking space ever in a garage that she has to back into. I’m soooo glad she’s driving and not me!

July 24, 2018, Nancy, France

Slow day today. Jacqueline is going to a physical therapy appointment (if I understood correctly), and I’m going to hang around the center of town.

The heart of Nancy (Lorraine) is Place Stanislas, with an impressive statue plus large buildings on all sides.

I wandered around a little and saw some interesting Art Nouveau buildings, as well. In several stores, cacti were in the windows. That seems to be a popular theme….

There are a bunch of restaurants in the area, of course. Here’s how one gets its potatoes…

 

A few potatoes, waiting for preparation

A few potatoes, waiting for preparation

July 23, 2018 – Toul and Longwy, France

Too much is happening. This morning we drove to Toul, about 40 minutes from Jacqueline’s, to meet a ceramics artist. She met us at her co-op gallery, La Petite Boucherie (the little butcher shop), located at 11, rue de la petite boucherie. It’s a wonderful, open, simple gallery that shows the work well. The artist, Pascale-Louise (https://www.pascale-louise.com/), explained about the gallery, then had us follow her to her studio. In the process of talking to her, she suggested I keep an eye out for the artist residency program that Toul is expected to be offering soon….

 

After a quick lunch in a shopping center parking lot, we continued on to Longwy, a town known for its enamels, and Saint-Jean l’Aigle, one of the best-known (if not the best known) ateliers (http://saintjeanlaigle.com/index.html). It’s a family affair, with the head, Jacques Peiffer, his wife, daughter and granddaughter at the very least, creating. As it turns out, we had a tour with Dr. Peiffer through an interesting museum of enamel work that he’s collected and created.

Jacques Peiffer with knife he created

Jacques Peiffer with knife he created

He suggested I come and spend a few days next year, working with him. He also suggested I send at least photos for an upcoming exhibition he’s putting together. Even if nothing comes of any of this, it was an exciting day. And talking to someone who’s passionate about making high-quality art and dabbling here and there in glass for many years was very motivating.

July 22, 2018, France

The train from Basel to Strasbourg via Offenburg, Germany, had a problem. This meant a delay, which resulted in an even longer delay in getting to my destination, Saverne.  I ended up arriving in Strasbourg with no train to Saverne for about 3 hours. With some effort the night before, i had purchased the ticket from Strasbourg to Saverne with the SNCF (French train system) app. However, the e-ticket was only good for that train, and I’d missed it. I explained this (in my best French) to an SNCF employee who gave me a note about the change in trains. No one checked my ticket.

In fact, no one checked passports going from Switzerland (non-EU) to Germany or France (both EU). The man sitting in front of me as we left Basel had his ID checked by two young women / German customs officers. I don’t know if he did something suspicious or if they were just spot-checking, but it was interesting to watch them work.

Jacqueline and her husband, André, picked me up in Saverne and took off for the town of Baccarat, home of the famous crystal. We were late, because of my train problems. We did get a chance to look at the Baccarat jewelry shop and the main shop, but we just missed the museum. On the way back to the car, we stopped in the church there St. Remy de Baccarat — an extreme opposite of Einsiedeln: stone, simple, gorgeous colored windows (created by Baccarat). The windows were for the most part just colored glass, not stained glass.

Then it was on to Seichamps, outside Nancy, dinner and conversation.

 

France, October 25-28, 2015

First thing Sunday morning I’m on the train to Saverne, France, just outside of Strasbourg. My friend Jacqueline picks me up, we have lunch and then we head for the Musée Lalique in Wingen sur Moder. We had tried to go there during my visit in January, only to find it closed for the month.

 

Musée Lalique in Wingen sur Moder, France

Musée Lalique in Wingen sur Moder, France

Lalique perfume bottles

Lalique perfume bottles

Then it’s off to the Centre international d’Art Verrier (CiAV) in Meisenthal, also closed when we went in January. Here we watch artisans blow glass. The specialty here is a special ornament each year for Christmas. After a short visit to the gift shop, we’re off to Seichamps, outside of Nancy, and home.

Monday is a rest day, preparation for Tuesday and a visit to Vittel and Jacqueline’s daughter’s potential in-laws. Vittel is a beautiful little spa town in the Vosges and the source of the mineral water of the same name.

Doorway to a small building in Vittel park

Doorway to a small building in the park at Vittel

Stained glass window in Vittel spa

Huge stained glass window in the mineral water source of the Vittel spa

 

for repairs"

Sign at the mineral water source, “Closed for repairs”

Huge stained glass window in closed area at Vittel spa

Huge stained glass window in closed area at Vittel spa

Vittel spa hotel

Vittel spa hotel

After a delicious lunch, we set off for La Rochère, a glass production facility dating from 1475. We watch glass blowing/molding and check out the large store.

I was fascinated by this lamp in the store.

I was fascinated by this lamp in the store.

On the way back to Vittel, we find another museum of old glass and old jobs in the forest, Nusée d’Hennezel-Clairey (http://www.monthureux.fr/musee%20hennezel.htm). The curator lets us look and give us lots of history, even though we arrive right at closing time.

Then it’s back to Vittel and on to Seichamps. The Mercedes of Jacqueline’s future son-in-law, complete with GPS, gets us home easily, even in the dark.

The next morning, I’m on the train to Wädenswil, via Zurich, and my friend Kaisu, from the first days of the trip.

Seichamps – Tucson, January 21, 2015

It was an early morning to get me to the TGV Lorraine station for an 8:13 departure.

nowhere, the Gare Lorraine TGV. This photo was taken at 8 a.m.

In the middle of nowhere, the Gare Lorraine TGV. This photo was taken at 8 a.m.

This station is in the middle of nowhere, reachable only by car or by bus from either the train station at Nancy or at Metz. It’s about 45 minutes by car from Seichamps. The lighting inside the station was most probably fabricated at one of the glass places in the Lorraine.

The chandeliers in the Gare Lorraine TGV were most probably made at one of the glass places in Lorraine.

The chandeliers in the Gare Lorraine TGV were most probably made at one of the glass places in Lorraine.

I changed trains in Marne le Vallée, which I’d forgotten was the home of Disneyland Paris. The day was very overcast / foggy. The station is about 10 minutes from the airport. This time I didn’t sit down — once before, going from the airport to the Gare Lorraine, I sat down, forgetting that I had to change in 10 minutes. That time I ended up on the far side of Paris on a holiday. My friend was waiting for me at the station and was less than pleased when I called and explained what had happened, and I was several hours late.

Train station at Marne Le Vallée, 10 minutes from the airport and the gateway to Disneyland Paris.

Train station at Marne Le Vallée, 10 minutes from the airport and the gateway to Disneyland Paris.

Disneyland Paris, just steps away from the train station.

Disneyland Paris, just steps away from the train station.

Another familiar sight and site connected to Disneyland

Another familiar sight and site connected to Disneyland

Then it was on to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. The flight to Atlanta was on Air France. It seemed to have a tad more legroom, the seats were a tad more comfortable. Lunch was spaetzle (not normally one of my favorites) with broccoli, potato salad, a roll that would have been better warmed, a tangerine, flan and a chunk of camembert. The alternate choice, chicken, was almost immediately out. No problem for me, but my seatmate was quite disappointed. It was weird, because we were in the front part of the serving area. Then we got ice cream on a stick. And the second meal was some kind of bread folded over three cheeses. No idea, but it was tasty. Also a small crème fraîche and fresh pineapple.

Arrival in Atlanta was fine. The machines worked well for scanning the passport and taking care of the agricultural questions (have you been on a farm? Do you have any farm products with you?). My suitcase was one of the last of hundreds, or so it seemed, to come out.

The continuation to Tucson was a Delta flight. It started with kerosene leaking in the right wing, so we were late taking off after that was repaired. We did make up the time, but the difference in equipment was noticeable. I was sitting on the aisle. A woman from Romania was in the middle, and a man was at the window. Every time the man moved, so did my seat. But at least we got back safely.

My friend Gertrud picked me up, and I was home by 11 p.m.