Monday, April 29, 2013

RIB-IT

The frogs have arrived! The 41st annual Fair to the Frogs (Foire aux Grenouilles) was held this weekend in Vittel and from what we can guess, this event places Vittel "on the map". It is estimated that the city swells to seven times its size and several tons of frog legs are consumed during this event. People travel from Germany and Belgium to feast on the frogs. It was larger than we imagined.

Frog legs ready for consumption
If we had to compare this fair to something in the US, we would say it was similar to a carnival, but not quite. You most likely wouldn't find champagne or wine tasting on any American carnival street in the US. But there were plenty of kiddie rides and games to win prizes which do reflect our American carnival. A multitude of vendors lined the main streets in Vittel selling everything under the sun; clothing, watches, olives, sausages, vegetables, fruits, furniture, shoes, a veg-a-matic demonstrator (yes it lives on, a different version, a different name, but still slices and dices, just like we saw on TV as a kid), purses, wallets, computers, cellphones, insulation, windows, on and on! And plenty of food vendors selling non-frog cuisine.

A veg-a-matic clone

But of course frogs being the main event, you could find them, any way you like em! Quiche grenouilles, pizza grenouilles, tourte grenouilles, omelette grenouilles, gratin grenouilles. Restaurants and other groups constructed large tents to raise money and serve the frogs. We were told the best frogs could be found at the Vittel Rugby tent which had live music, frogs served several different ways, french fries, beer, and wine. From what I was told these tents were celebrating to the wee hours of the morning.





Window display

 These tasty chocolate frogs can be found all year long at this confectioner.



Rugby tent

Local patisserie selling delectable frog pastries
By Friday night, our curiosity waning, we hit the local pizza place for pizza grenouille. It is a very mild flavor, somewhat difficult to describe. Maybe a cross between chicken and fish would be my closest description of the taste. Texture like chicken. We would eat it again. Most surprising was the size of the frog legs. I expected, larger pieces of meat. The pieces of frog on our pizza were about the size of chick peas.

But it is our understanding that all these frogs are not French frogs, but are shipped from Asia since the beloved frog in the wild is a protected species in France. One is still allowed to hunt, capture and consume for your own gastronomic enjoyment, however. Back when this celebration began, the frogs came from a nearby frog rancher. (Okay, my imagination is running upon reading this...I envision rounding up those amphibians with my trusted steed. Stampeding them from the ranch to Vittel every year...Get along little froggy.) 



Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Peaks District, UK

This weekend we had the opportunity to visit the Peak District, UK. George had meetings there so we combined a little pleasure with business.

The Peak District is just that, high elevation, mostly treeless hills with miles and miles of stone fences. Farms and small villages or hamlets dot the landscape. I was told there is an abundance of the heather plants that grows in the area. Come July, their purple flowers must produce a beautiful blanket of color across the meadows.

Peak District, south of Manchester, UK

The most surprising to us was the extraordinary friendliness of the British in this part of England. Almost everyone we came across, immediately recognized our voices as American and struct up a conversation wanting to know where we came from, etc, etc. I must admit it was a breath of fresh air for me. Being able to talk without first thinking the French way and people understanding everything you say.

George deserves a huge award for his left hand side driving skills. The roads were quite narrow and at times, well many times, I closed my eyes, held my breath and was thankful we didn't hit mirrors, or worse, when passing oncoming cars/trucks. My taxi driver to the airport told me the road we were on was the deadliest in England - that was not reassuring, but at least I was in the car with someone who was familiar and had experience with the roads.

The town of Buxton offers a step into the past. Known as a spa town in the 19th century, there also remains interesting architecture built prior to this period as well.

Buxton, UK - part of the original spa, now a retail facility

Buxton, UK - part of the original spa, now a retail facility

Buxton, UK - one of the original therapeutic baths in the spa

Buxton, UK - Opera House

Buxton, UK


Buxton, UK - Love the iron work in the ceiling of this indoor garden


Buxton, UK


Buxton, UK - gardens


How slow did you say?

We visited Chatsworth, home of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, a family property since the 16th century. We toured the castle which holds paintings that include Rembrandt, John Singer Sargent, and Renoir. Living quarters of royalty were on display in their opulent glory. Filming of the movie, Pride and Prejudice took place here too. Unfortunately the weather did not cooperate for us to visit the gardens, plus it was a little early in the season to experience it, at its best. Sheep roamed freely on the grounds and we saw a herd of deer on our way out of the gates.
Chatsworth, UK

One of the friendly British we met said we must go to the second highest inn in England, the Cat & Fiddle, and enjoy a brew in front of the fire. How could we resist! It appeared to be a popular area, we saw many people hiking, riding bikes, and walking dogs. And it seems everyone owns a dog of some kind. Incidentally, there was still snow in shadow areas from a major snowfall two weeks prior, that dropped close to 3 feet of snow. And at this elevation, there was a chill in the windy air.

Peak District, UK - Cat & Fiddle


Research!

Peak District, UK - enjoying a cold lager and a warm fire.


Peak District, UK - Panoramic views from the Cat & Fiddle


We stayed two nights in a quaint 16th century B&B in the tiny hamlet of Alstonefield. Many hiking trails were just outside the doorstep. And we felt like we experienced the true English countryside.

Our hike on Sunday took us along the River Dove, a popular trail in the Dovedale Valley. Crystal clear water, unique rock formations, and grazing sheep with lambs could be seen along the way.


Alstonefield, UK


Alstonefield, UK


Alstonefield, UK - the kind church people pointed out to us
the pews in this church were completed in 1639.
And they noted "your country wasn't even founded then."


views from Alstonefield, UK










Milldale, UK



Milldale, UK - Built in 1653, this packhorse bridge was used to
transport goods all over the Peak District.


Near the River Dove, UK


We saw many coins pushed into stumps and logs
along the trail, but we don't know why.


River Dove





Tissington Village, UK - a retail shop, so adorable.

We smiled inside and out at the British expressions of speech, I wish I had written some of them down. We had a jolly good time, it was just lovely. Cheers!

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Les Trois Vallées (The Three Valleys), France

For the Easter weekend the French work holiday was recognized on Monday so we decided to take advantage of this extended weekend and get one last ski trip in.

A good choice was The Three Valleys, the largest ski area in the world. A good choice because of the higher elevation these resorts offer, considering spring snow conditions. We found it hard to believe, but pleasantly surprised, that the snow could be this good, this time of year. It was excellent.

We left home early on Saturday to allow for an afternoon of skiing. But unfortunately, visibility on the mountain was terrible due to heavy fog. We could barely see the ground in front of us, and after two runs down the mountain, we gave up. In addition it was snowing fairly hard, but one bright spot in all this was that it snowed all night. Several inches of fresh powder awaited us the next morning.

By Sunday morning visibility was somewhat better and improved throughout the day. We stayed in Les Menuires and skied the resorts of Les Menuires, Val Thorens, Méribel, and Courchevel.

The Three Valleys have 372 miles of trails, not counting the unbelievable off trail skiable terrain and 180 lifts (not a typo).

Les Menuires resort hardly visible in the fog on Sunday

Les Menuires
Val Thorens' gondola holds 20 people

Val Thorens

Les Menuires - Apres-ski time

Les Menuires, by the end of the day we could see our gorgeous surroundings.
Les Menuires - at night a view from our room


Les Menuires - Monday - it's going to be a good day
Lunch on the top between Courcheval and Méribel

Meribel - the lift we needed to get home.

Meribel - feels like we are on top of the world
Here's a video of our views at lunch.