The Christmas Market near to the Bastion always has some great gifts - how about an owl!
They are for sale at La Cave de Gorbio, one of the many shops in the Christmas Village by the Bastion. You'll find great Christmas gift ideas here.
We've had rain for days, maybe weeks - I've lost count. Suddenly this morning - blue skies and sunshine. Oh happy day...
As you see, excess water, a bench in the middle of a puddle - but who cares? The sun is back! And these people are enjoying it.
A shade of pink typical of this region - they call it Provençal Rose. Three village houses - all different yet creating an interesting group.
It's worth mentioning that there is no access for cars in the village - the streets are far too narrow. The parking area is below, so everything - everything - has to be lugged up the hill and then walked through the village, up steps, down slopes, to home. And then there is often a staircase to negotiate - see the house on the right.
...no wonder the old people live so long.
An old wall, shutters and an advertisement for a mountain bike or perhaps a BMX?
Walk down a narrow steep street - watch your feet, but look up for a second and see the sea over a lovely old roof.
Too many people at the Chestnut Fête - let's escape - let's wander the village.
Here we are in one of the main streets - you see a notice on the wall saying that Romain Gary, the French writer and diplomat lived here. He lived down this little impasse with his wife of the time - the writer, Lesley Blanch. Romain died long ago but Lesley died only last year in Menton. Click on the link to see a photo I took of Lesley on her 100th birthday.
Walk up the hill from the car park and one of the first stalls you pass is the one with the cheeses.
The cheese seller has travelled from the Pyrénées - the part near to the Basque country - a long way to be here today.
He's selling Tome de Chèvre (goat cheese) from his part of France but he has cheeses from other regions, indeed other countries - for instance the Beaufort comes from Savoie and Gruyère from Switzerland.
All the cheeses on this stall are hard cheeses. In the local markets, of course, you find many soft cheeses, especially those made of goat's milk.
We're back in the medieval hill village of Roquebrune for the Chestnut Fête with just a few more photographs to show you.
These photographs make me angry. At the foot the village on one side of the road was this very young piglet and on the other a pretty little kitten - both used as bait to stop people. An exceedingly aggressive young couple were trying to get people to buy boxes of sweets (candies) saying the profit goes to animal welfare. No paperwork, nothing. I said I'd buy a box on my way out of the village as I didn't want to carry it around as I was taking photographs. At this point the man got abusive, the woman prevented me photographing the kitten and off I went. I spoke to a veterinary nurse later - she is a lady who lives in the village. Like me, she thinks it's a total con. I can tell you it was a freezing cold day and not the weather for young animals to be stuck out like this in the wind.
Maybe it's a genuine welfare organisation - maybe some of our French readers will know better but I've seen just this exact same situation at other markets - very young puppies on display and the same variety of sweets. If it is genuine, then it might be helpful if the people were gentler and had some paperwork to prove their cause.
Regular readers of this blog will know the old man who sits under the 300 year old elm tree in Gorbio's square.
Sadly, Quintino is no more. He has passed on aged 93 and the village has lost one of its senior members.
Always wearing his cap, he'd politely lift it when greeted. He loved to sit under the tree watching the world go by and taking part in village life.
The beautiful old elm, planted in 1713, will miss him...and so will we.
(Click on the link to see an earlier photograph.)
The high seas caused all sorts of damage. Above you see the beach in Garavan, which is the beach nearest to Italy. You see the deck of one of the beach restaurants pretty much wrecked.
In the smaller photograph you can an enormous dip, where part of the pavement has disappeared - this, near to Roquebrune-Cap-Martin.
In Gorbio a couple of days ago, we had 15 minutes of hailstones, followed by rain which then promptly froze causing all manner of problems in the village. You can see a photograph by clicking on the link. The ice is still piled up at the sides of the roads - unusual - very unusual - here.
As I was parking the car I noticed this guy out at sea, waiting for a wave. Within a few seconds, he was up on the board, surfing beautifully towards the beach. I grabbed my camera but wasn't in time for the shot - just this as he walked up the beach.
It's rare to have weather like this - normally the Mediterranean is pretty calm. The surfer told me the day before there had been a swell of two metres but that on this day it wasn't quite so good. When the weather is right, he told me he normally surfs at Menton or along the coast at Villefranche, which is just before Nice.
On Sunday, we had rain, hailstones, sleet, snow and a fierce wind. The hills above Gorbio are covered in snow. Hailstones stopped traffic.
This photograph was taken yesterday where part of the road from Roquebrune to Menton is closed. A gorgeous day with spectacular seas. Compare it to yesterday's photograph - taken just a few yards further along the Promenade.
Tomorrow - come and see something I never expected to see in Menton...
And after that, we'll go back to The Chestnut Fête in Roquebrune village for a last look.
Once again it's Theme Day. Today's Theme is Circles/Spheres and here you see a couple having a picnic by the sea in Menton - the street lamp with it's large globes in view.
A few hours after taking this photograph, the globes were GONE - taken down, as you in the smaller photograph leaving space for Christmas decorations which we'll see another time.
Bloggers from 187 different cities around the world are taking part in today's Theme and will, I know, interpret this theme in a myriad of fascinating ways. Click here to view thumbnails for all participants.
Friendly people, delicious galettes.
As you can see in the smaller photograph, you can buy a galette made of chestnut flour. In the old days - in days of poverty - chestnut flour was part of the staple diet when wheat and other flours were not available. I believe as recently as the Second World War and particularly in Italy.
This smiling lady is handicapped and selling her wares from a wheelchair. She told me she makes some of the little ornaments herself, others she buys to sell. She also promotes the magazine you see in the smaller photograph Handicap Aventure.
Her position amongst the other stallholders was half way up a very steep slope so someone had pushed her there. She joked about it. I'd love to have got a snap of her with a big grin as she only has one tooth, dead centre, in her upper jaw. A great lady and quite a character.
Garlic! Beautiful garlic. You'll see two types of garlic here - above you see 'Ail rose de Lautrec.' This is considered the crème de la crème of garlic. It was first grown in central Asia 5,000 years ago and in the 18th century, in Siberia, it was considered of such value that a tax was payable. Click on the link to read more.
In the lower photograph, you see the same variety on the right and a more common or garden variety on the left.
This is the lady who sells the lambs. She also sells chickens and guinea pigs. As Marie remarked yesterday, and I agree - hopefully they are not being sold to be eaten. Whilst Menton itself isn't 'country' - the hinterland above Menton most definitely is, so they'd be sold as stock (to be fattened and eaten) or perhaps even eaten as baby lamb. Hopefully people don't eat guinea pigs! (in the small photo they are about to get a chunk of baguette).
My neighbour keeps sheep as pets - he has one that is over 20 years old - I'd like to think this is the destiny of these lambs, but I'm not holding my breath.
At the Chestnut Fête, you get a good deal more than roast chestnuts and hot wine. There are lambs, guinea pigs and chickens for sale. You'll find stalls selling cheeses, breads, conserves, wonderful fresh garlic, walnuts, olives --- on and on.
Tomorrow, we'll meet the Lamb Lady.
The fires are ready and the chestnuts are roasting. In the main photograph, chestnuts are put in the drum and every so often you hear a most satisfying noise when the drum is turned. Clatter, clatter, clatter...
In the smaller photograph, you see chestnuts roasted in a more conventional way.
What appear to be old gas or oil containers - chopped in half - contain the fire.
This festival started in 1985 with 50 kilos of chestnuts. This year, with 2000 visitors, 350 kilos of chestnuts were roasted during the day.
Yesterday Roquebrune village held its annual Fête des Châtaignes (the Chestnut Fête) - with between 1500 and 2000 visitors arriving at the village to buy roasted chestnuts and sip hot wine or tequila.
But let's start at the beginning. The festivities start at 10 a.m. - I got there around 8.30 - so I could find a parking place. Later it would be impossible as the road to the village would be closed and I'd have had to wait for one of the specially run buses ferrying in the visitors.
And at 8.30 a.m. it was cold! These guys - members of Les Coqs Roquebrunois are preparing one of the braziers but also feeding the 'inner man.' Red wine, bread and salami.
In the smaller photograph, you'll see one of them is pointing at something. He wants his friends to look up at Mont Gros which is covered in snow.
Tomorrow - the roasting of the chestnuts.
