Le Petit France Blog is Tuula’s blog about her life in Provence.
Tuula is (to use her own words)… “an American turned devoted Europhile after living for three years in Italy & now the South of France. I worked in higher education & non-profit management until I decided to pursue my dream of living abroad. I met a lovely French man in Rome & voilà, now I have the opportunity to see how many cheeses there really are in this country. I’m here to write about living in Provence, travel slowly, & celebrate all things French.”
Now, Le Petit France Blog is a very new blog (only about two months old, in fact) but, it’s full of the same sort of energy and enthusiasm that I found in C’est Christine and so I’m reviewing it now as I’m sure it will develop, with time, to be quite a reference about life in the South of France.
The story starts with 7 hours in St Tropez which I imagine is all I could afford!
The part where Tuula proves that she’s never met Jean-Phillipe (or his fat wife!)
From there we move onto the heavier stuff with Tuula investigating 10 French Stereotypes: True or Faux?
Well, I think Tuula gets some of the answers wrong here. When she says that the French don’t smell she has obviously never met Jean-Phillipe from near St. Just. On a good day (or should that be a bad day?), I can smell him just by opening the windows - and he lives 7 km away!
Then again, when she agrees that women on average are quite thin, it’s clear that she’s never met Jean-Phillipe’s wife! When she comes trundling down the lane it’s like a Total Eclipse of the Sun!
Tuula is right though, when she says that the French eat a lot of cheese – why wouldn’t they?
And talking of cheese; I’m getting hungry!
In Photo Essay:Market Day, Sanay sur Mer Tuula gets all excited about her first trip to the market at Sanay sur Mer.
Well, I really don’t blame her!
Just take a look at those lovely fish; those 20 types of asparagus, those snails, those squid…..
And couldn’t you just munch yourself to death on those tomatoes?
And, hoping that I can find another way of starting a sentence, rather than using the word…And, let’s stop for a spot of Brunch at Nice.
And, like Tuula, I may opt to leave my mini-skirt & pink stilettos as home – at least until I’ve had a chance to shave my legs!
And what better way of washing down the brunch than a tripe to the Wine Tasting at La Fete du Vin?
And who would believe that the wine barrels for their caves cost €11,000 each?
And that’s before they’re filled up with wine!
But what about the real Provence; flowers, olives and lavender?
We are treated to a view of Inside Provence at Spring Festivals and, just as Paris wouldn’t be Paris without the odd dollop of Doggie Doo-doos on the pavement (and, indeed, Brittany wouldn’t be Brittany without a pile of cow poo outside your garden gate), Provence just wouldn’t be Provence without a flock of sheep being herded up the high street!
Trés Jean de Florette (or better still, trés Manon des Sources! I am a big, big fan of Emmanuelle Beart!)
The lavender comes from Beyond Lavender-Field Provence (together, rather strangely, with some gold fishes and a dog fast asleep in the street!)
So, summing up….
So, summing up. Le Petit France Blog is still a very young blog but one which has got off to a stunning start.
If you like all things French and fancy a provencal flavoured snack, you coudl do far worse than polishing your denture and tucking into Le Petit France Blog!
And me? Well, I lent my dentures to Jean-Phillipe and he hasn’t given them back so I’ll just have to put a brave smile on and visit St. Tropez’s Down to Earth Sister.
All the best