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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.