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Lettres d'Uzès #41: simple twists of fête

18/8/2013

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Picture credit: St Quentin la Poterie
Sunday morning in St Quentin la Poterie. The hygienically pungent smell of disinfectant hovers in the streets. The tabac is busy with purchasers of extra cartons of cigarettes. Carrefour is the scene of manic buying, with the owners of Café de France and Le Cuisine du Boucher at the front of the two check-outs, loading up dozens of baguettes, salads and 5 litre bottles of Coke. In the Bar du Marché, opinion seems divided as to whether a simple café is sufficient to kick-start the day or whether to begin as one intends to continue with a beer or pastis.

Nous sommes en fête.

The fête votive started on Thursday evening and will continue unabated until the early hours of Tuesday morning. The bulls are run each evening. There are gigs every lunchtime, every evening and every night, often several competing against each other for an audience and decibel rating. 

The restaurants, even 30 Degrees Sud, put on a special menu du fête, which means that, last evening, we celebrated Nicole’s 50th birthday with moules frites rather than foie gras, and on Friday evening we snook out of the village to eat at Le Comptoir du 7 in Uzès with Michelle and James, finishing off with a final pichet in Le Bistrot du Duché as we waited for the late arrival of Cody.

But most of the time, unlike some, we are more than happy to stay in the village and soak it all up - literally so on occasion.

The fête is the commune-goes-mad. And it’s brilliant, especially if one can – as we can – dip in and out: a drink here, a gig there, a bull run here and a grand bal there. 

But of course, we are pretty much always en fête, or at least on holiday. We have no work commitments. We can, as we did earlier this week, just take off on a whim and head for Aix-en-Provence to visit the second half of Le Grand Atelier du Midi exhibition at the Musée Granet.
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It was … better? perhaps not, but certainly more interesting, than the Marseille show. For a start, there are more Matisses and Cézannes, and fewer fillers from the second division. The quality of the work is more consistent and although it was a great deal busier than the Palais Longchamps in Marseille, it was a more enjoyable and more rewarding experience.

But it wasn’t the highlight of the week or even of the day. That was reserved for our visit to Cézanne’s studio, which he built just north of the cathedral in what was then an undeveloped landscape. Today, one walks up the hill past blocks of apartments and retirement homes to find the gate to this splendidly unrestored studio, with its huge north-facing window, and the collection of artifacts owned and painted by Cézanne.

To see the ingredients of his famous still life paintings, to see his suit, his stove, his pots and pans, his chair and table, was quite wondrous, and almost made me forget that our chosen restaurant had run out of the chef’s special rognons de veau by the time we sat down to eat. (Don't worry, the tartare was gorgeous.)

An excellent day, then. Followed the next morning by the arrival of chums from the UK, and the fête. Followed by Nicole's birthday. Followed by more of the fête.

On our return to the UK, which is imminent, it is the memory of these days, this light, these occasions, these happenings, which will help us through the winter.


Today from the everysmith vault: Paul Kanter, David Freiberg, Kathy Richardson aka Jefferson Starship playing in The Assembly, Leamington Spa back in 2009. Nearly four years ago now. A great gig - and this tape confirms that it was as good as I thought at the time.
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Tim
18/8/2013 12:25:38

There is a great walk which takes you round the locations in which Cézanne set up his easel. Fascinating to identify which paintings, where and why.

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Max
20/8/2013 00:44:06

There is indeed. But unlike Cézanne and Zola, we found it too hot to walk these distances!

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Tim
20/8/2013 09:51:16

Of course. Forgot Zola. Probably one of the great words and pictures combinations of the century.

Allan
18/8/2013 12:30:08

Ha! Not one iota of criticism, not even implied, this time round. But enjoyable nonetheless. Like the title!

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Max
20/8/2013 00:44:42

Thanks.

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Jack
18/8/2013 23:35:29

It's so different from the English village fete, isn't it? I once arrived at a gite in the middle of one of these weekends and convinced the kids that this was a traditional village welcome for holiday-makers. Kept it going until the following year when, stupidly, booked the same gite but two weeks later!

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Max
20/8/2013 00:45:53

Haha! The end of innocence.

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CJ
19/8/2013 00:37:20

You have to admire a group of guys who continue to play the music they love week after week in some out of the way venues. It's not exactly Bob's Never Ending Tour, but it's the same principle. These people are musicians. Playing live is what they do. Respect!

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Max
20/8/2013 00:48:36

Agree with all this. Doubt whether they are making much or anything at all, judging by the audiences at the gigs I have seen. They do it for the music. And I for one am grateful.

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MichaelMac
19/8/2013 06:11:27

What's the difference between a fête and a fête votive?

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Max
20/8/2013 00:42:00

It's a fête in honour of the village's patron saint, and is traditional in the south - Languedoc and Provence. Basically it is licensed mayhem, originally a few days away from hard work in the fields, and now ... a few days of bulls, music and pastis!

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