Well Pam, you were trrrrrrrrèèèèèèèèsssssssss close, and I think you deserve a bottle of virtual Burgundy Crémant for being the only person who dared to guess.
Either this one was way too hard, or you guys are all having the same kind of week that I’m having!
About three days ago Camille came down with yet another virus, just when I thought that after over a month of nursing sick children that I was finally out of the woods.
I had a mini-meltdown that took the shape of very nasty insomnia which occurred – and let me just say, oh do The Sleep Gods ever have a well-honed sense of irony – on the two nights when the bevvy actually slept through the night for the first time in about 6 weeks.
I was so livid about not sleeping, not to mention anxious about how I could possibly get through the next day on no sleep that I made a tearful phone call to Franck at 1:45am (10:45am in France). I was not proud of it, nor the many weepy wails of, “why is this so hard?” and “why can’t I do this?”
I’m feeling better now.
In retrospect I figure that the meltdown was normal and indeed necessary after the past few weeks of pestilence, rain, and temporary single-parentdom. That stuff can only be repressed and pushed aside for so long; it has to come out sooner or later.
So that explains why I haven’t posted over the past few days. Franck, however, has been adding photos to his Picasa web link every day. He is having a marvelous time in Burgundy (with the exception of desperate middle-of-the-night phone calls from his wife) now that he jetlag has passed.
So the answer to Monday’s Où Sommes-Nous? is that this photo was taken during the festivities for the “Vente des Vins” in Beaune. This year they did something new – a sound and light show on Beaune’s most beautiful buildings, called a “son et lumière” and something that the French love and, as you will see below, have elevated to an art form.
The photo I posted for the Où Sommes-Nous? was the light show that was being projected on the side of Beaune’s famed Hospices de Beaune (going to Beaune and not visiting this famed 15th century building and institution is akin to going to Paris and not seeing the Eiffel Tower). It recounted the history of Beaune’s trademark monument and the love story that began it all between Nicolas Rolin and Guigone de Salins.
That’s our girl Guigone (and tell me, why does no-one name their daughter “Guigone” these days?) to the right and her love Nicolas to the left.
The Hospices de Beaune also houses a museum which owns some very famous pieces of Flemish art as depicted on the ancient stones below.
And the usually staidly elegant Notre-Dame Cathedral of Beaune has also put on her glad rags for the party. I’m not sure what the man with all the snakes in the centre is all about but you have to admit you would probably stop in the middle of the street to look. I sure would.
France is historically a deeply Catholic country, so never fear! Jesus and the Virgin Mary have not been snubbed. They were also invited to the party. I can’t help but wonder what they chatted about with the snake man over a glass of Beaune’s world famous wine.
Who says that mystery is dead in modern life?