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I don’t mind making jokes – but I don’t want to look like one

There is always a why.  In every situation there will be a reason.  Sometimes it burnishes the surface and gleams for all to see, sometimes it lurks deep down but take a look and there will always be a blazingly obvious reason why.  For many a move to France is all about the lure of more house and land for your money.  For some it is the culture – the perception that life in France means wine, food, wine, more food, wine.  You get my drift.  For us it was about people.  We had friends here.  French friends.

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When we announced our intention to friends in other parts of France they literally laughed, then looked puzzled when they realised we were serious and then set about trying to dissuade us from such terrible folly.  The Husband with Two Brains had lived and worked in Grenoble for 9 years in the 80s and his friends there who had always suspected him to be nuts honestly now knew he was and is certifiable.  It is possible that he could be a danger to himself or those in close contact with him because he has, we have, chosen to live in le Cantal.

DSCF3193_croppedLet me explain. Le Cantal is one of the least populated departements in France. It is, as a matter of fact one of the least populated places in Europe.  The locals will tell you, only half jokingly, that there are three cows for every person living here. The perception of those looking in is of a backward community who have only recently started to walk on their hind legs.  In fact as you will discover on my journey here that is absolutely not true.  As the cast of characters are revealed you will meet interesting, forward-thinking, intelligent, decent, delightful people.

My husband first brought me here in August 2012.  He had just asked me to marry him and when we returned in November it was to agree with Monsieur le Maire de Champs sur Tarentaine-Marchal that he would allow us to be married here in June.  Which we were.

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That is another story – you will by now realise that I have stories and stories and stories and if you stick with me you will hear them all one by one.

Cantal is one of four departements that make up the Auvergne Region.  The others are Haute Loire, Alliers and Puy de Dome.   Cantal is definitely cast as Cinderella.  Her biggest town is Aurillac with a population of 28,641 in 2008 which given that the population has been steadily declining since 1990 is probably down on that figure now.  The total population is 148,000 in a departement (that’s a county if you are in the UK or the US)  covering 5,726 sq km.  Her three sisters are all more densely populated.  In fact even with my tenuous grasp of mathematics (when he was alive it was dangerous to mention my name and maths in the same sentence in the presence of my Nuclear Physicist father) I have worked out that Cantal has 25 inhabitants per square km, Allier has 47, Haute Loire 45 and Puy de Dome a positively whopping 79.  Across the departement more people are moving out than in.

DSCF6396For now we live in a rented appartement above the Ecole Maternelle.  I work to the sound of young children aged 2-6 (about 12 of them this year which is pretty much as big as the school has ever got – the numbers have been as low as 5 tiddlers).

We have rebuffed that British thing of immediately buying a great big old house in grand terrain and then moaning because the French don’t do things in the way they should be done.  Translate that to ‘they don’t do things the way we do them’.  I say  ‘Get Lost!!’  We have moved into a community and we move amongst them.  We are les etrangers.  It is for us to bend and blend not for us to expect that the people who were born and raised and lived all their lives here should adapt to us.  Every day I practice my French.  Mostly to The Bean.  My neighbours are young and often stand smoking on the balcony – I fear they know what you will discover … that I am entirely whackadoodledoo!  What do you expect?  I did marry a nutter, after all.

DSCF2704Now as I let my roots feel the earth and take a hold I will take you on a journey if you care to join me.  Who knows what we will find.  I already have a hatful of stories.  None of them are about me.  Most are about this place, her people and my attempts to become at one with it and them.  By writing of this place, I hope to encourage you to come and visit.  See for yourself and bring a little revenue into an area that needs just a teeny bit of help to survive.  A meal at one of the wonderful Auberges, staying at one of the simple hotels, buying a little pate from the boucher, a morceau of cheese, some bread from the boulanger and a cake from the patissier.  Maybe even a bottle of wine to wash your picnic down as you sit in the stunning terrain breathing in the clean clear air … tempted?

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PS:  The title is a declaration by Marilyn Monroe … I think we can all agree that she was right.  I can agree that my choice of place may be eccentric in some eyes but is absolutely, with certainty, not even slightly, a joke.

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  1. Glad to have found your blog via the comment you left on mine. We live in Tarn-et-Garonne but it’s only a couple of hours’ drive from Cantal, where we like to spend a few days walking every year. Mostly we stay in Thièzac between Aurillac and Murat. I love it up there and somehow feel I’m coming home.

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    January 27, 2014
    • So lovely that you are following and hope I don’t disappoint …. With you so close (particularly when we are visiting friends south of Aurillac, I think we should meet up. Meantime keep up your wonderful blogging -I’ll just try my best!

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      January 27, 2014
  2. Reblogged this on Half Baked In Paradise and commented:

    I’m currently back in France for a few days before heading to the UK for two weeks and I thought it would be a good idea, since I seem unable to find any time at all to write anything new in this busy busy whirl, to re-post some of my old word. So for your entrèe here is the start of my love affair with le Cantal ….

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    March 31, 2016
  3. Weird Guy With The Dog #

    As soon as my boat is purchased, and a little time to gain skills, I hope to cross the Atlantic and drop in for the picnic! Don’t forget the wine!

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    March 31, 2016
    • I’m currently sipping the last of a bottle of very good Vigognier costing 2€ … I’m pretty sure I can oblige – and that would just be the start of the celebration welcoming you to this place 😀

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      April 1, 2016
      • Weird Guy With The Dog #

        Mmmm.Sounds good! I took your advice and wrote something different. Look back and see!

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        April 1, 2016
      • I’ve arrived in England so I’ll be doing some proper catching up …. I look forward to seeing this – vive Le difference 🙂

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        April 3, 2016
      • Weird Guy With The Dog #

        You and Jessica from unmeasured journeys inspired me!

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        April 1, 2016
      • That is SO good to know 🙂

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        April 3, 2016
  4. Hello,Hello…
    Fiona, you were then and you are now right where you are supposed be, in France. Your post reminds me of an explanation I have kept with me for a very long time, because it’s tangible and relatable (?).☺
    To make something out of nothing is impossible. Nothing is a void, it’s empty. To make something out of what’s in front of you will be made with love and will be seen and received feeling that love. I believe this will be your home in Cantal.
    TAKE GREAT CARE…
    LOVE,
    JANE

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    March 31, 2016
    • Thank you – I love that … really love it. Because it feels absolutely right. 🙂

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      April 1, 2016
  5. Sounds alittle like heaven to me……kat

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    April 1, 2016
    • It is heavenly – I hope you will get to visit when we are installed back here but in the meantime you have to put up with me bugging you in the desert 🙂

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      April 1, 2016
  6. Wow lovely to read more about your adventures dear!

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    April 1, 2016
  7. Glad to have had a chance to read the beginning of your story. You may be half-baked, Osyth, but with your wonderful story-telling and sincere desire to adapt to this wonderful land, you will never be a joke!

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    April 1, 2016
  8. Lovely piece O. I hate it when expats moan that “it’s not like England, we don’t do it that way” – why the f**k didn’t they stay in England. Your little bit of heaven sounds gorgeous 3:1 cows to people is my sort of ratio. One of these days, decorating finished, book complete, I@ll be visiting.

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    April 1, 2016
    • Heeeey laydeeeee lovely you will be so welcome and the really good news is that it means I will be knocking on your door too 😀

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      April 1, 2016
  9. Lovely to read your beginnings, looking forward to more.

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    April 1, 2016
  10. Glad to hear the beginning of your life in Cantal. Sounds like you are where you are meant to be.

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    April 1, 2016
    • It fits me – I have no idea why but it does and so long as it doesn’t feel its drawn the short straw we can be happy together 🙂

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      April 1, 2016
  11. I am very glad you reposted this as me becoming a follower later missed this wonderful post. I know so much about you and hubby and your current location. What a treat! 🙂

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    April 1, 2016
    • I thought it would be good for my newer followers plus I just havent had the time to post anything new (though I have picked up a couple of gems of stories this week) so I hope it is a win-win. More follows – big love to you and your husband (and I know I know his name now but I have just downed rather a lot of extremely good Vigognier and I’m blurry … hic! ) xx

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      April 1, 2016
      • LOL, yea, I have downed some vodka tonight, I do not remember his name either! 🙂

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        April 2, 2016
      • Kindred!!!!

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        April 3, 2016
      • It’s been a wild day. It just feels so good to relax and read the exchange between you and spearfruit. You guys are funny😁. I would consider your conversation a ‘Banter’. The two of you have skill, right? It’s a humorous rythmic exchange. So, now I’m wondering where did the word ‘banter’ come from? This is an Urban Dictionary explanation. It cracked me up or maybe I’m too tired!

        banter –
        Supple term used to describe activities or chat that is playful, intelligent and original. Banter is something you either posses or lack, there is no middle ground. It is also something inherently *English*, stemming as it does from traditional hi-jinks and tomfoolery of British yesteryear.
        “You, sir, are drunk”

        “Maybe so but you are ugly and I will be sober in the morning”

        “Good banter sir”

        by Zach_banter February 16, 2006

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        April 3, 2016
      • I love that exchange between Churchill and Lady Astor …. I also love ‘sir, if you were my husband I would give you poison’ ‘Madame, if I were your husband, I would drink it’ :). Glad you enjoyed the witty exchange 🙂

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        April 3, 2016
      • 😊

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        April 3, 2016
  12. I was glad to read your ‘starter for France’ post…ad loved the wedding photograph!

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    April 1, 2016
    • That was my day of days …. and entirely illegal really but that’s another story 😉 So glad you enjoyed it!

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      April 1, 2016
  13. Whackadoodledo.
    Only just begins to cover it 😉
    Looking forward to meeting up next week 🙂

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    April 6, 2016

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