It's coming up on the 2nd anniversary of the day we moved into our apartment & we have been reflecting on those stress-filled days.
Our original plan was to have our furniture & household goods loaded directly from our San Francisco house into the 20' container, & then, after arriving at the port in Marseille, have everything delivered into a storage space in Béziers while we looked for our new home. We soon realized that it was a better option to store it in the U.S., rather than paying for movers twice (unload the container into the storage space & then move from the space to our home) in France, where it's more expensive. We had clearly spelled this out to the U.S. company that made all the arrangements & they told us that they would handle all the details with the agent in Marseille, where our container would be arriving.
Once we found our apartment in Pézenas, we notified (more than once) both the U.S. office & the contact in Marseille that our apartment was up 2 flights of stairs, & that a 20' container was unlikely to fit in the narrow, winding streets around our building, & they should plan accordingly. They told us they would make all the necessary arrangements with the police in Pézenas so they could get the required permits.
The U.S. contact notified us a few days before our move-in date that we hadn't paid for unloading & moving in, so we should "get a few friends together" & have them unload. What?! First of all, we didn't know people here, & secondly (& most importantly) we PAID for a completed delivery, not to have everything dumped on the street several blocks away. We were able to get her to calm down & stop trying to rip us off at every turn. Things were getting stressful!
So, on moving day, the truck with the container arrived in Pézenas, only to be told by the local police that they couldn't access our street. After much back & forth, the driver was directed to a place to park the truck. Shortly after, a smaller truck arrived, along with the 2 guys who would be unloading. Unfortunately, they were told that they would be unloading the container into a ground floor unit. We had more than a bit of panic when it looked like they would just drive off.
The smaller truck shuttled back & forth between the container & our building, hauling furniture & boxes up the 42 winding, medieval stairs. The poor guys were exhausted. Here's where things got really interesting.....Our reclining armchair, sofa, dining table, & part of our bed would not fit through the very narrow (around 24" wide) doorway that leads from the stairs to the small landing where our apartment & our neighbor's apartments are. There is a funny little dogleg in the hallway, making it impossible to get those pieces of furniture in to the apartment. It's fairly common for movers to use a lift (similar to a cherry picker) to move furniture & cartons into upper floors, but the moving company didn't request one, & in any case, we're not sure our windows are large enough to accommodate the larger pieces of furniture.
Help! We quickly called the storage facility we originally planned to use, & were lucky that they had a space available. Then, we called Tim, a British guy a friend had recommended. He has a moving & home repair business (Man With a Van) & we crossed our fingers that he would be able to help. Luck was on our side because he left a barbecue with friends, drove an hour to Pézenas to rescue us. Before moving the furniture back downstairs to his van, he gave a try at getting it through the doorway, but he had no more luck than the other 2 guys did. So....downstairs the furniture went, & after Tim met us at the storage facility, all was safely locked away.
While we sat outside the building waiting for Tim, we chatted with the woman who owned the store next to our building & she seemed surprised that it didn't occur to us to measure the doorway and/or notice the strange shape of the hallway, because it seems all French people know to look at these things. Funny, it hadn't occurred to us. When we thought about it, it really made sense. The building was built in the 14th century, when doorways were built to be easily defended, making them no wider than necessary. Furniture then wasn't as big, & people didn't move often.
In the middle of all this, we got a call from the shipper in Marseille, telling us we owed a couple of hundred additional euros because the delivery was not on the ground floor, & that we hadn't paid for door-to-door delivery. What?! Our contract with the U.S. company clearly included door-to-door service, & we had -- on multiple occasions -- advised them of the stairs. We told the Marseille contact what we paid to the U.S. company, & what our contract stated was included, & she realized that she was being cheated by the U.S. company, who took our money but did not pay her. We wrote the check, gave it to the driver because we had no other choice. In the end, the check was never cashed, & it would have been interesting to hear the conversations between the 2 shipping agencies.
Once we started unwrapping the furniture that was so carefully packaged by the Delancey Street Movers in San Francisco, we noticed damage to several pieces, but the moving company didn't care & did nothing to compensate us.
We got through the day & were lucky we still had a few more days in the house we had been renting, so we could escape the chaos & live "normally" while we made the apartment ready to be inhabited. We dread the day we ever choose to move again.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
Summer town, winter town
We arrived in Pézenas at the very end of October, 2011 & it seemed that nearly everything in & around the historic center of town was closed. At first we thought it was because it was Sunday evening, but then Monday came & most things were still closed (not unusual in France). The next day was a holiday -- All Saints Day -- so the closures made sense then also. But, we were surprised that in the days that followed, the vast majority of the "old town" was closed up tight, & rather gloomy. Some of the shops & cafés opened for a couple of weeks around Christmas, but then it was quiet again. We could stroll through the streets & not see an open store or another pedestrian.
Then, as spring came, things started opening. It was fun seeing what was behind all those closed doors & shuttered windows. Merchants were busy renovating shops & displaying merchandise, & the cafés were building their outdoor seating areas (usually wooden platforms on top of the uneven cobblestone streets) in anticipation of the warmer weather.
Tourists started coming to Pézenas & the sleepy little town had some life once again. By the time summer was in full swing, the narrow, twisty streets of the old town were crowded & sometimes it was challenging to make our way home, as by June we had moved into our apartment in the old town, & these streets were our neighborhood. We could overhear conversations in a multitude of languages & people were ooh-ing & aahh-ing over the architecture & history of our town.
In July & August many shops participate in the nocturnes & stay open until midnight on Wed. & Fri. nights, & there are events happening all around town. Friends had told us how much different it was in Pézenas during the summer months, but we hadn't believed it until we we experienced it ourselves.
As the summer wound down, so did the activity & buzz. By November, things were quiet again, almost like a bear in hibernation.
As the following spring arrived, what we found interesting was that the vast majority of shops that opened were not the same ones that had occupied those spaces the year before. All that hard work to lay tile floors, paint walls, etc. for just one summer season, only to do it all again the following year. Some businesses moved to new locations, & sometimes someone opened a completely different type of shop the next year. What do they do with the merchandise from the previous year?
It's also a bit strange -- from an American perspective, at least -- that a shop owner wouldn't do even a tiny bit of market research before opening a shop. For instance, there is a shop here that sells a lot of things made of cork (umbrellas, trivets, aprons, purses) & other natural materials. They are open all year, so when another shop opened a couple of streets away, selling a lot of the identical merchandise, we were surprised that they hadn't noticed the first shop, which essentially was a direct competitor & presumably had a customer base.
There was a food shop (épicerie fine) where we had shopped a couple of times that had a sale because they were closing. The owner said that it was too hard to make a living because more shops that sold similar merchandise had opened in town. Then, after closing for a short while, she opened a clothing store in the same location.
What is truly strange is the "moving" bookstore. It's open all year, but is in one location during the winter months, & then moves across the street to its summer location, & then does it all again for the winter. I'm sure there's a logical reason for this back & forth movement, but we can't figure it out. Then, this spring they opened a 2nd small shop around the corner & we wonder whether it will close at the end of the summer.
Now, our third spring here, it's been interesting watching the stores open, wondering what each will sell.
Then, as spring came, things started opening. It was fun seeing what was behind all those closed doors & shuttered windows. Merchants were busy renovating shops & displaying merchandise, & the cafés were building their outdoor seating areas (usually wooden platforms on top of the uneven cobblestone streets) in anticipation of the warmer weather.
Tourists started coming to Pézenas & the sleepy little town had some life once again. By the time summer was in full swing, the narrow, twisty streets of the old town were crowded & sometimes it was challenging to make our way home, as by June we had moved into our apartment in the old town, & these streets were our neighborhood. We could overhear conversations in a multitude of languages & people were ooh-ing & aahh-ing over the architecture & history of our town.
In July & August many shops participate in the nocturnes & stay open until midnight on Wed. & Fri. nights, & there are events happening all around town. Friends had told us how much different it was in Pézenas during the summer months, but we hadn't believed it until we we experienced it ourselves.
As the summer wound down, so did the activity & buzz. By November, things were quiet again, almost like a bear in hibernation.
As the following spring arrived, what we found interesting was that the vast majority of shops that opened were not the same ones that had occupied those spaces the year before. All that hard work to lay tile floors, paint walls, etc. for just one summer season, only to do it all again the following year. Some businesses moved to new locations, & sometimes someone opened a completely different type of shop the next year. What do they do with the merchandise from the previous year?
It's also a bit strange -- from an American perspective, at least -- that a shop owner wouldn't do even a tiny bit of market research before opening a shop. For instance, there is a shop here that sells a lot of things made of cork (umbrellas, trivets, aprons, purses) & other natural materials. They are open all year, so when another shop opened a couple of streets away, selling a lot of the identical merchandise, we were surprised that they hadn't noticed the first shop, which essentially was a direct competitor & presumably had a customer base.
There was a food shop (épicerie fine) where we had shopped a couple of times that had a sale because they were closing. The owner said that it was too hard to make a living because more shops that sold similar merchandise had opened in town. Then, after closing for a short while, she opened a clothing store in the same location.
What is truly strange is the "moving" bookstore. It's open all year, but is in one location during the winter months, & then moves across the street to its summer location, & then does it all again for the winter. I'm sure there's a logical reason for this back & forth movement, but we can't figure it out. Then, this spring they opened a 2nd small shop around the corner & we wonder whether it will close at the end of the summer.
Now, our third spring here, it's been interesting watching the stores open, wondering what each will sell.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
The same, but so different
After a long -- 2 years -- hiatus, we're blogging again, this time with a focus on food. There are some foods in France that we assumed were the same as in the U.S., but that's not always the case.
For example, celery in France is not generally eaten raw; instead, it's used in soups & stews. Taking a bite of raw French celery, we were surprised to find out how tough & bitter it usually is. When cooked in soups & stews, the flavor & texture become milder, so it's fine in those cases, but if we want some crudités for a snack, celery is out. On the positive side, if we want to buy only 1 stalk, that's easily done.
Carrots were another surprise. The majority of carrots we find are rather fat & also have a bitter taste when eaten raw, but they are fine in soups & stews. At the market I search for the skinniest carrots I can find, which can take some digging. We occasionally see bags of miniature carrots (which are ubiquitous in the U.S., but unusual here) but have yet to buy them. Aside from their high cost, we worry that they will still have the same bitterness as the large carrots, but in a smaller format.
Most potatoes in the U.S. have a relatively high starch content; not so with most potatoes in France. They are either waxy (like new red potatoes) or watery when cooked. We made our favorite potato salad recipe but it wasn't quite right because it really needed the starchiness of Idaho potatoes. From time to time we find bintje potatoes at the weekly market or buy a bag of specialty potatoes at the grocery store, but mostly we don't eat baked potatoes or make American potato recipes. When we want convenience foods, there are several yummy frozen potato preparations -- duchesse, noisettes, mashed potatoes, etc.
Corn on the cob is something we really miss. While driving across certain parts of France we've seen huge fields of corn, bit it's rarely seen in the grocery stores, & I've never seen it at our weekly market. It turns out that the fields of corn were a different strain of the veggie, destined to become animal feed. On the occasions when we see corn on the cob at the store, it's imported (usually from Africa), of inconsistent quality, & expensive enough to be considered a treat. It's easy to find canned corn (Green Giant is definitely the best brand), so we know the French eat corn, but usually in salads. Actually, corn has only been considered edible within the past 40 years or so; before that, it was used almost exclusively as animal food.
We won't even write about French beef because it's been covered over & over again by many ex-pats.
Canned, condensed soups are not sold here. Soups are either in cartons or jars (not condensed), or are dry soup mixes. A common soup in the in the south of France is soupe de poissons (fish soup), & several variations can be found in any grocery. But -- no clam chowder, so we'll definitely make sure to eat some the next time we're in the States.
On the plus side, duck breast, rabbit & pheasant are easily found & not considered delicacies. Chicken here actually tastes like chicken used to taste in the U.S. because it's not overbred & force fed. We can buy different kinds of chicken -- yellow (corn-fed) chickens, chickens for stewing, for roasting, etc., as well as coquelets (about the size of a Cornish game hen). Eggs are so much better here -- they have taste & are fresh, unlike in the States where they sometimes sit in refrigerators for 6 months before they get to the supermarkets. Here, they are not even in the refrigerated section of the store. All eggs here have brown shells, not white.
It's quite common to see meats in small packages in the grocery store -- a single pork chop or chicken breast cutlet. Not everything is super-sized, which is great when there are only 2 of us.
Then there is the wine....We live in the Languedoc, the world's largest vineyard, so we are surrounded by wine. Walk or drive nearly anywhere around Pézenas & you will see vineyards. Wine is not considered a luxury here & wine snobbery is not as prevalent. Many local residents buy their wine "en vrac" (in bulk). Simply bring your plastic jug (5 or 10 liters) & have it filled at the tanks. Our local wine cooperative (here's a link to their Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/lescaves.moliere.1) sells 4 varieties of everyday bulk wines at great prices -- around 1.20€ per liter (white, dry rosé, merlot, red table wine). Their bottled wines are quite good as well. They are certainly not the only caveau in the area that sells wines this way; it's the norm around here.
Little by little we are getting used to the differences & are embracing them, but right now we are craving a dinner of American steak, corn on the cob & baked potato.
For example, celery in France is not generally eaten raw; instead, it's used in soups & stews. Taking a bite of raw French celery, we were surprised to find out how tough & bitter it usually is. When cooked in soups & stews, the flavor & texture become milder, so it's fine in those cases, but if we want some crudités for a snack, celery is out. On the positive side, if we want to buy only 1 stalk, that's easily done.
Carrots were another surprise. The majority of carrots we find are rather fat & also have a bitter taste when eaten raw, but they are fine in soups & stews. At the market I search for the skinniest carrots I can find, which can take some digging. We occasionally see bags of miniature carrots (which are ubiquitous in the U.S., but unusual here) but have yet to buy them. Aside from their high cost, we worry that they will still have the same bitterness as the large carrots, but in a smaller format.
Most potatoes in the U.S. have a relatively high starch content; not so with most potatoes in France. They are either waxy (like new red potatoes) or watery when cooked. We made our favorite potato salad recipe but it wasn't quite right because it really needed the starchiness of Idaho potatoes. From time to time we find bintje potatoes at the weekly market or buy a bag of specialty potatoes at the grocery store, but mostly we don't eat baked potatoes or make American potato recipes. When we want convenience foods, there are several yummy frozen potato preparations -- duchesse, noisettes, mashed potatoes, etc.
Corn on the cob is something we really miss. While driving across certain parts of France we've seen huge fields of corn, bit it's rarely seen in the grocery stores, & I've never seen it at our weekly market. It turns out that the fields of corn were a different strain of the veggie, destined to become animal feed. On the occasions when we see corn on the cob at the store, it's imported (usually from Africa), of inconsistent quality, & expensive enough to be considered a treat. It's easy to find canned corn (Green Giant is definitely the best brand), so we know the French eat corn, but usually in salads. Actually, corn has only been considered edible within the past 40 years or so; before that, it was used almost exclusively as animal food.
We won't even write about French beef because it's been covered over & over again by many ex-pats.
Canned, condensed soups are not sold here. Soups are either in cartons or jars (not condensed), or are dry soup mixes. A common soup in the in the south of France is soupe de poissons (fish soup), & several variations can be found in any grocery. But -- no clam chowder, so we'll definitely make sure to eat some the next time we're in the States.
On the plus side, duck breast, rabbit & pheasant are easily found & not considered delicacies. Chicken here actually tastes like chicken used to taste in the U.S. because it's not overbred & force fed. We can buy different kinds of chicken -- yellow (corn-fed) chickens, chickens for stewing, for roasting, etc., as well as coquelets (about the size of a Cornish game hen). Eggs are so much better here -- they have taste & are fresh, unlike in the States where they sometimes sit in refrigerators for 6 months before they get to the supermarkets. Here, they are not even in the refrigerated section of the store. All eggs here have brown shells, not white.
It's quite common to see meats in small packages in the grocery store -- a single pork chop or chicken breast cutlet. Not everything is super-sized, which is great when there are only 2 of us.
Then there is the wine....We live in the Languedoc, the world's largest vineyard, so we are surrounded by wine. Walk or drive nearly anywhere around Pézenas & you will see vineyards. Wine is not considered a luxury here & wine snobbery is not as prevalent. Many local residents buy their wine "en vrac" (in bulk). Simply bring your plastic jug (5 or 10 liters) & have it filled at the tanks. Our local wine cooperative (here's a link to their Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/lescaves.moliere.1) sells 4 varieties of everyday bulk wines at great prices -- around 1.20€ per liter (white, dry rosé, merlot, red table wine). Their bottled wines are quite good as well. They are certainly not the only caveau in the area that sells wines this way; it's the norm around here.
Little by little we are getting used to the differences & are embracing them, but right now we are craving a dinner of American steak, corn on the cob & baked potato.
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