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. 

2 comments:

  1. Not even deja vu - we are currently in a similar position in Lespignan, near Beziers. Having decide to utilise some of the enormous ground floor cave of our village house as a laundry and guest suite, we ordered a massive amount of building materials from Castorama. Our house is slap in the centre of a 9th century village, with difficult but not impossible access. We took along street plans of the village, photographs of the street and even a top shot of the street with actual measurements. The cave has huge double height doors directly onto the street. Having paid for the goods and delivery, we waited patiently on the appointed afternoon - zip ! We telephoned and were told our man was "in the area" At 7pm he called to say "where are you ?" ! His monster truck was sort of "wedged" on what passes for a main road through the village- loaded with 400 blocks, 30 beams, bags of cement etc etc When I walked him the 50 yards or so to our house, he sucked his teeth, shook his head and muttered "impossible!" He then bid us adieu, hopped into his cab and squeezed his load out of the village. Castorama immediately refunded our money and we have been on a quest for several weeks to find a local supplier who can fulfill our order. We are being driven into the arms of one of the many local builders who will do all the work, not just deliver the materials. Is this a conspiracy ? How do the locals ever get anything larger than a washing machine delivered ? When the going gets tough, the tough...go to the beach !

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  2. Frank, it seems to be a fairly common problem, yet I can't imagine that anyone could have prepared better than you. I don't think I'll ever want to move again, because the thought brings back nightmarish feelings.

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