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It’s a French thing

This month is the French Film Festival in Sydney.

I endeavor to attend at least one film at this festival each year. I like the way that French films weave a story beneath a story between many characters that are connected in surprising ways; and the fact that they don’t sugar coat an ending.

I am a fan of the beautiful Audrey Tautou, particularly in the comedy Priceless and The Spanish Apartment and the talented Alice Taglioni as seen in Cash and Paris- Manhattan. I also like the setting in France of places I may or may not have been.

This year I am looking forward to watching Barbeque, The Last Diamond and Sex, Love and Therapy.

Paris is also one of my favourite cities in the world and I have been known to become obsessed with all things French.

I went to a French restaurant last month, own a cliché miniature Eiffel Tower (hey- it was the only souvenir I could afford and fit in my back pack, and I love it- ok?) and dream- perhaps naively- of living in a French Château for a month or more.

I drink my tea out of my French mug set, enjoy a long French style lunch with French wine and one of my best friends is French (of course, that’s not the only reason we are friends Frenchie!).

I like the sound of the French language, polite French people (yes you can find some of these in Paris despite popular opinion) and am currently toting a Paris handbag purchased in the city itself.

I watch French cooking shows, enjoy French supermarkets and would love to go to the Cannes Film Festival one May.

I have the entire OPI French collection- La Collection De France, enjoy eating crème brulee and my current blog profile picture is of me in Paris.

I have Eiffel Tower earrings, like reading books set in France and have a box of a lady at the Paris opera house which was the inspiration for my wedding dress.

If I knew anything about home decorating, I’m sure my place would be fitted out and filled with all things French country.

I have seen the view from the Eiffel Tower, walked along the Champs Elysee and lunched in Place des Voges.

I have seen the magnificent gardens of Versailles, walked along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice and tasted wine in Bordeaux.

But still I hunger for more.

I want to see the canals of Colmar or Annecy, stroll around a castle at Mont Saint- Michel or in the Loire Valley and sip Champagne in Champagne.

I want to see the French quarter in New Orleans, walk around Montreal in French Canada and drink from coconuts in Bora Bora in French Polynesia.

Who’s with me?

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France, 1997, Part 2: The South of France

Sarah and I travelled south to Bordeaux.

All I remember about Bordeaux is the huge Monument aux Girondins fountain with bronze horses all lit up at night as we wandered past it to the hostel.

During the day, we went to the Les Grandes Murailles winery in St Emilion wine country which had a picturesque old ruined winery between fields of grape vines.

We traversed the French Riviera to Marseille. The views of the sea from the train were incredible.

In Marseille, we saw the Basilica Notre-Dame de la Garde with its tall watch tower and headed straight down La Canebiere to catch a boat to Ille D If.

Chateau D If is best known as the setting for The Count of Monte Cristo. We walked around the whole island and went inside to see Dante’s dungeon where a hole in the cell shows an escape attempt. There were some great views of the city from the terrace of St Christopher tower and the keep.

In Nice, we walked the whole length of the Promenade des Anglais at sunset. With the pink sky against the bright blue waters of the Mediterranean, it was the most memorable sunset I had seen.

On our walk back we passed a ruined promenade to nowhere and the famous Hotel Negresco lit up at night.

In Monte Carlo we walked the Monaco Grand Prix race track to the Monte Carlo Casino. The race track is just a normal road by day, but its twists and turns lent to the imagination.

Inside the Monte Carlo Casino, we went to the Bar Americain and the Casino Cafe de Paris- a tip to get to see the casino without having to gamble all your money away, although they still had slot machines.

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