A Week in Provence

OUR TIME IN – THE SOUTH OF FRANCE

After 3 weeks of  being “on the road again…and again,” you could not dream of a better place than Provence. Mas la Monaque, our 17th century farmhouse is more than a place to just rest our heads, its Provincial paradise. Located in the center of Maussane les Alpilles and Mouries, our house allows for easy access to any “major” city in the St. Remy region within an hour (if not a 20 minute) drive. We arrived at our beautiful home ready to set dinner plans in town and immediately decided it was just too good to leave. That night, Boyd and Gina cooked the first of many fabulous family dinners we enjoyed at home.

The next morning, the family grew even larger when Meghan and Andrew (Erinn’s older sister and her husband) arrived from London to celebrate the Queens Diamond Jubilee commerating her 60 years on the throne. Our first stop was L’Isle sur la Sorgue for some must see antiquing. We enjoyed a fabulous lunch along the river, but more importantly walking through the stalls and many open storefronts in the Sunday market we found some amazing pieces of shabby and some totally chic furniture.

Topping a world-famous antique market seems hard to do, except if you are in Provence. Next up on our weekend were the famous wines of Chateauneuf-du-Pape. Our tour guide, Jean Marc, was a local and we were very lucky to have him provide our tour. He walked us through the town to his uncle’s classic vineyard Domaine du Banneret, which produces only 10,000 bottles a year using old world production (blending grapes and stems) and labels every bottle by hand with glue and a brush.  Our last and favorite stop was Jean Marc’s beautiful home and vineyard Rouge-Blue, where we sat in his backyard tasting amazing reds and roses with a gorgeous view. Jean Marc’s wife, Kristin, joined us and shared her fabulous life story of a girl from Arizona transported to Provence after falling for Jean Marc in a local hangout (Mistral – one of the name’s of his wine). Her blog was one of the first ever in the region and offers a glimpse at local life through a transported lens from home including a French Word of the Day.

On the way home we paused for a moment about stopping for dinner but not to worry, we had the house chefs working away on a fabulous meal upon our return. Starting with a classic Pimms and cheese plate – (thank you Andrew and Meghan), we nibbled until it was time to get ready for dinner. Yes, we ate until we were ready to have dinner. Sitting down at the outdoor table, surrounded by family, we stopped and could not help but realize what a special moment we had that day. A fabulous meal of fresh asparagus, local lamb and a very American brownie dessert filled our stomachs until we could not stay awake. Saying good night and goodbye to Meghan and Andrew, we hated for the weekend to end.

I promise we planned in advance for the Aix en Provence market. Planned to get up early, planned the drive and even planned the parking. Only thing….we did not plan enough time. Such is life with a car in France. An hour and a half later, we arrived to the central market square with a little shame and a lot of hope that our guide would still want to tour the market and allow us to enjoy the cooking class we had booked months in advance. Whew, our very sweet American tour guide with Wine in Provence was not only still meeting us but so happy that we made the tour!! Buying local produce in the Aix market will spoil you and your taste buds. From the best fruits and lettuce, to the most fresh garlic and shallots, next pop over to the “Fromagerie” for the most amazing selection of cheeses you have ever seen…we could not mess this meal up if we tried. After walking the market and stocking up on everything needed on our list we headed to the apartment to prepare dinner. Learning to properly chop, beautifully arrange, scoop our goat cheese and fold our phyllo pastery…we sat down to enjoy the fruits of our labor and a bit of a wine class as well. Delicious day – below is what we prepared.

  • Fresh salad with goat cheese, shallots, tomatoes and olive oil mixed with Herbs de Provence
  • Cavillion melons wrapped in prosciutto, with mint topped in balsamic reduction
  • Phyllo wrapped asparagus with creme and butter / hazelnut spread
  • Desserts were purchased from an award-winning pastry chef in town
 

Driving into Monaco you can almost hear that song…you know….”da da…na-na….da da….na-na.” You can also hear the sound of money leaving your pocket. Four tolls and $60 (per car) later, we get the picture that you have to pay to play here. Our introduction to the city was our hike up the hill to the famous changing of the guard. Next we made our way along the water, past the yachts (and mega yachts), to the Casino de Monte-Carlo. Streets lined with Bently’s and Ferrari’s, you cannot deny that this feels more like a movie set then real life. We briefly walked into the stunning lobby of the Hotel de Paris and imagined what the baked potato soup must taste like at $80 a bowl!! Goodbye Monaco and hello Eze. Truth be told, this magical city is similar to Les Baux but the real deal. Old cobblestone streets and shops make this quaint  village on the cliff worth the walk. Our last night with the family was in Nice, very nice. And we could have spent so many more!!

TAKEAWAYS

His

It was great passing time with the family in an unfamiliar setting while enjoying familiar things. I grew up playing Bocce ball on the beaches of Sullivan’s Island.  We flew across the Atlantic, arrived at the house, and low and behold there sits a court devoted to “Petanque“, a French version of the same game.  When Andrew arrived from London, he told me they had the same game but called it “bowls”.  Whatever you want to call it, it’s a great game, and spending time on the court, by the pool, or at the dinner table was some of the best time spent on the whole trip.

Hers

France has-it-all. Driving from the canals of Annecy, taking in the quaint markets and lavendar fields of Provence and ending with the exotic French Riveira in Monaco and Nice, you can’t help but plan your next trip here on the very first day. We dreamed of two years in Provence and already window shopped for enough furniture for two houses. I loved every second.

Theirs

Wrapping up these fabulous two weeks with family we knew this was a once in a lifetime trip. Not sure when you can celebrate three 30th’s and one 65th birthday, two anniversary’s (3 years and 40 years), a graduation from business school and an engagement all in one trip. Thank you to Lloyd and Margaret Ann for the memories of our lifetime!!!

SEE AND BE SEEN

*must do’s

European Family Vacation Part 2: The Alps

OUR TIME IN – THE ALPS

Finally.. We have our brand new automatic BMW. No more stick shift stalls, no more 30 kilometer per hour reverses down hills into close calls with frozen faced Germans, and most importantly no more shrill, “Ll–ooooiiiyyyd!” screams from the back seat. We – should – be off and running. And really, the key component is this great GPS system. Best in class… We decided, after an unbelieveable dinner in the Unesco World Heritage old town of Salzburg, we were ready to use our new machinery to attack Berchtesgaden and the Eagle’s Nest, the former retreat of Adolf and Eva Hitler (little know fact – married for 40 hours prior to Braun and Hitler’s mutual suicide) in the morning, we began our campaign. We drove directionally right out of the hotel, ready to outflank the leader of the the Third Reich’s old home. After driving for thirty minutes we decided to consult a local scout (aka guy at gas station). He recommended a total about face. We then headed left for forty minutes in order to pursue the outpost where the grand plans for the Nazi assault were hatched. But wait… No one is behind us. Where are Boyd and Gina? We finally returned to base camp (our hotel) to send a signal (email) to our “lost brethren”. It turns out they had left us an hour ago and headed directly uphill and arrived in a grand total of five minutes at our final destination. They both seemed well versed in the gift shop… Needless to say, if we had been in charge of the Normandy Invasion we would all be speaking German today.

Freulein, our newly named GPS system, had some splaining to do. Fortunately for her, she made up for it droves over the next two days. On our way to Neuschwanstein and Liechtenstein she found beautiful little towns along lakes and in mountain valleys where we ate quiet meals with locals. It was amazing to see quaint stops that weren’t ski resorts or large beachside destinations in which high quality is so well maintained.

One of our main destinations on the way was the Neushwanstein Castle which was used by the original Walt Disney as a model to create the theme park. Marc was particularly excited about this for some reason. Maybe he loves the idea of the company that has had the laws changed multiple times to extend the rights on Mickey Mouse ripping off theme park design, who knows. Either way, after one of the prettiest drives in all of Europe we saw it in the distance. There it was. Up on a hill. Pristine backdrop. Everything we imagined. But wait. What was that on the front? Scaffolding? We wanted our Cinderella Castle moment, damnit. Marc was revved up and ready to give the guards their Wally World moment after the twists and turns we had been through over the last few days. No dead aunts on top of the car but a lot of near heart attacks, that’s for sure. But fortunately we saw Fussen which made all think their was no reason for fussing since it is a beautiful place for a stroll and dinner. We eventually toured Mad King Ludwig’s castle and realized the back side was as pretty if not prettier than the front.

Our final two major destinations in the Alps were potentially our favorite cities of the first week of the family trip and places we had wanted to go to on our honeymoon but had been just thirty kilometers in the wrong direction. The three year wait was worth it to see both Liechtenstein and Annecy. Driving into Liechtenstein was everything we hoped. Drastic switchbacks up the mountain and gaping views of the Rhone River Valley led us to Treisenberg (our city – Liechtenstein is technically a country). Our hilltop village took its seat overlooking the capital of Veduz. It was, in a word, perfection, and a great place for high altitude contemplation. Heading down the mountain it was hard to think of a reason to leave but then again our next stop was Annecy. Canals and watermills lined cobblestone streets and we had one of the best meals on the entire trip in this outpost of Geneva. A great entry into France blending alpine views with French cuisine.

Treisenberg, Liechtenstein

Annecy, France

TAKEAWAYS

His

Hollywood does a great job of making us think the US was the only integral force for winning World War II. This casualty fact that we saw at the Eagle’s Nest will change your mind. I love the Greatest Generation, my grandparents, and everything they stand for but looking at the stats show just how much more immediately affected many other countries were by that period in history.

Hers

Annecy is considered the “Venice of Savoie” and rightfully so. This beautiful medieval town is just a day trip from Geneva and filled with pedestrian only streets that beg to be explored. From clothing boutiques to creperies, fine dining and local artisan markets, this peaceful town is a true gem worth taking your time to explore like a local, on foot. Strolling the narrow streets lining the crystal blue canals, I had one (or two) of those “I could live here” moments. To live like a local you would have a café – for hours on end, have your bread delivered fresh – daily, and smile – often because you live in one of the prettiest towns in the world. Annecy, I will be back – I promise!!

Theirs

Traveling with six people across mountainous terrain should be harder than this. I guess the steady stream of large meals, beautiful outlooks, and cute cobblestone main streets makes it pretty easy. The Alps are truly one of our favorite places on earth… And we think that GPS might have finally shaken off those early kinks.

SEE AND BE SEEN
Salzburg*
Berchtesgaden
Isny im Allgau
Neushwanstein Castle*
Füssen
Liechtenstein*
Annecy*

*must do’s

European Family Vacation Part 1: The Romantic Road

OUR TIME IN – GERMANY

After a safe arrival in Frankfurt we were off for day one of the Pearson Family Vacation. Tucked safely in our Peugeot and Ford rentals (both manual might I add – special thanks to our drivers Lloyd and Boyd) we were ready to hit the Autobahn.

The Romantic Road is a 220 mile stretch of highway that is the quintessential peek into Germany both old and new. Ready to pull onto the highway we….we seem to be stopping. A German man with his arms flailing from his window is yelling something at us…”pardon me….beep, beep, beeeep!!” The pungent smell of smoke began to fill our rental car. Ahh, the parking break. A brief thank you and we were again scooting along the countryside on our way to the old town of Kaysersberg, France (note: prior to WWI was a part of Germany). One of the many advantages on our drive is the ability to stumble into an adorable medieval village that somehow rivals the one before.

We were visiting Alsace to taste some of the region’s best wines, including Michele Fonne and Chateau Paul Blanc vineyards. After spending a relaxing hour with Michele’s wife, Patricia, we headed further down the road to meet Paul’s brother, Philippe, who was hosting a rowdy group of Swedes, Germans and a persnickety Sommelier. We quickly were in full swing tossing around opinions, emotions and tons of wine. 30 pours (per person) later…. we were enjoying Pierre’s particularly French way with words. “E-Ello, eello? You are all like books I am storing in my bibliotheque. I will save pages and read each of your experiences later. Oui, oui, I am floating on each of your emotions.” Two kisses (one on each cheek of course) and we headed back to the Romantic Road for more adventures. Note: parking break off.

Strasbourg is considered the “Ultimate European City” where France and Germany quite literally collide. Situated on the border, this city also shares the best of both countries in language, food and architecture. It was easy to see how this town is a must visit and fit for foodies. Sidewalk cafes featuring fois gras, each street with another Michelin option and our dinner at La Cuiller a Pot was a culinary experience. Happy 30th Birthday to Gina!!

After visting Würzburg (pronounced Vertsbergh – thank you Margaret Ann) for a wine festival lunch and sneak peak at the Residenz we arrived in Rothenberg au Tauber. We spent the evening touring the perfectly intact medieval old town led by the Rick Steves’ recommended “The Night Watchman Tour.” Lantern in hand, our guide led us through the cobblestone streets while telling stories of the “good old days” in his sneaky tongue in cheek tone. He warned us all of no crime but if you do choose to walk alone at night, “you can walk the castle wall…or go to Hell” (a local pub open very late).

On the road again and in search of well…lunch, we stumbled into Dinklesbuhl. Yes that sounds as funny as we all thought too and everyone enjoyed a good laugh over the various pronunciations. In Munich, we viewed the famous Glockenspiel (clock tower) and did our best Man Show “Ziggy Zaggy, Ziggy Zaggy, Oi, Oi, Oi” impersonation at the Hofbräuhaus. Beers the size of your head, pretzels the size of your body, and a crowd to boot. Proscht (aka cheers)!!

Our last stop before heading into the alps was the BMW Welt. We had all looked forward to seeing Lloyd’s new car! As we approached the showroom floor, his car spun around to present every angle with Lloyd by its side. Following the car show, we took a tour of the impressive manufacturing facility where BMW produces 700 cars per day and stopped in the BMW museum which has some really amazing vintage cars including two Bond cars and multiple 1930s beamers.

TAKEAWAYS

Efficiency, Exploration, and Early Arrival

His

The BMW plant tour is truly amazing. Every 1.5 minutes a luxury vehicle roles off the manufacturing floor ready for delivery. During the tour, we saw robotics that looked more like the inner workings of an alien spaceship then an automobile plant. While seven hundred cars are produced daily, I am confident less than half of that number of workers are involved in the production. A true feat in efficiency.

Hers

Get lost!! Charming villages mixed with some of the most well preserved medieval towns are only part of the allure to this stretch of highway. Getting lost along the way, not knowing whether or not our car was allowed into the castle wall (sometimes we tested the do not enter signs) and seeing some of the most gorgeous untouched miles of nature before spotting your next castle far away in the distance make this a perfect road trip to add to your list.

Theirs

There are no wrong turns on the Romantic Road but there are wrong times. Insider alert: get here early! If we can stress anything it is that we enjoyed each and every city before the massive crowds. With any trip, it is best to check the high season but particularly for this driving and stopping everyday in a new town. The movement on this trip is daily but the last week of May was perfect with enough space in these tiny towns to feel like you are still discovering the town. A great way to kick off a once in a lifetime family trip.

SEE AND BE SEEN
The Romantic Road*
Michele Fonne*
Chateau Paul Blanc*
Strasbourg
Würzburg
Rothenberg*
The Night Watchman Tour*
Dinklesbuhl
Munich
Dachau
Hofbräuhaus*
BMW Welt Tour*

*must do’s