Tuesday 20 December 2011

La Fête des Lumières

La Fête des Lumières is an annual festival that takes place in Lyon, showcasing light exhibits by artists and light technicians throughout the city. Although most of the over 3 million people who flock to the city come for the visual pleasure of stunning light displays and installations, the origins of the celebration date back to the 17th century. In the year 1643 the plague was running rampant in Lyon, and town officials stated that they would give thanks to Mary if the city should be cured of the illness.  The city was spared from the plague, and as a way of thanking Mary, residents of the city lit their windows with candles. Now, it’s turned into a fabulous display of artistic prowess that draws in an incredible number of tourists. Still, the city doesn’t forget Mary; a huge illuminated sign perched above the city by the monumental Basilique loudly proclaims: “Merci Marie”.

Despite the insane number of people, walking through the streets of Lyon during La Fête des Lumières was a truly magical experience; the feeling of awe created by the various displays of light is contagious, and as we wound our way through the main streets and back alleys of Lyon, you could feel the city being united by the dancing light shining through the city. Although it may sound strange to say it, when I reflect on my experience at La Fête des Lumières, I’d have to say that it was, if anything, emotional. Sitting atop of a ferris wheel overlooking the expanse of Lyon lit up by lights was awe-inspiring. Watching buildings shatter and fall by way of visual illusions was fearful. Listening to classical music while beams of light reflected and refracted around a bridge on the Saône river was strangely calming. Gazing upon a display of dancing, glowing stickmen made me giggle. And having brightly lit neon jellyfish hover above my head on the streets was comforting, like the silence that you feel when submersed under water and the world goes mute.

Accompanying the magic of the lights was the wonderful atmosphere on the streets of Lyon. In Vieux-Lyon, the smell of mulled wine, waffles, and churros (made “French” by the addition of Nutella) wafted through the streets. Lyonnaise “Bouchons” (famous typical restaurants of the city) had line-ups out the door, and a generally friendly buzz followed us wherever we wandered. Amid the chaos of the crowds, we even managed to find some wonderful moments of “quiet”. In the Croix-Rousse quarter (typically a student area), we stumbled upon a wonderful café in a basement with arched cobblestoned ceilings. A croque-monsieur made with chèvre, honey, mint and hazelnuts made the experience unforgettable. Once out in the night again, we happened upon a light display made by mostly young kids called the “Jardin des Lapins”. While we walked through a maze of light-boxed drawings, the soothing sounds of Spanish guitars and a beautiful vista of the city made it a truly special place.

All in all, it’s no wonder that this is one of the biggest urban festivals on the planet. Yes, it’s busy and “il y a du monde” (the warning I received every time I told someone of my impending trip to Lyon), but it was worth every minute of the chaos to be part of this special event.
Giant balloons lighting up the night
Ferris wheel with a view
Balloons once again
Ferris wheel (energized)
Giving thanks to Mary
Jellyfish hovering above
Jellyfish in an unfamiliar environment
Plastic made beautiful
Lovebirds
Finally a statue I'll remember...


Tuesday 6 December 2011

Les Marchés de Noël

Europe has a special feel during Christmas time. "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire" become a reality, not a dream (as you can literally buy them on the streets), and Christmas lights that adorn the town centers have a particularly festive twinkle. I've been looking forward to visiting a European "Christmas Market" since it dawned on me that Christmas was on it's way. In the spirit of the season, myself and a couple of friends headed to Switzerland this weekend to the Marché de Noël of Montreux. Montreux is a beautiful town sitting on the edge of Lac Léman, an impressive body of water on the border of Switzerland and France.

Arriving at the market, it was easy to get caught up in the buzz of the Christmas season. Hundreds of people were milling about happily, inspecting the various wares at each merchant's booth. The aroma of mulled wine, bretzels, waffles, and crêpes wafted through the market, and we happily indulged in a number of these treats. Christmas carols played over loudspeakers, and the sound mingled with a mix of languages to be heard in the crowd (French, English, Italian, German).  Being at this market highlighted my favourite part of Christmas: being in good company with people you love.

Barba Papa - a classic comes to life!
Chestnuts (roasting on an open fire)
The crowds milling through the market in Montreux
Hand-blown glass
No snow? No problem - that can be made too. Posing with a festive reindeer to complete the scene.

Waiting patiently...

 Today is the 6th of December, and finally, after waiting patiently…there is (a little) snow.  Sadly, it’s a fine layer that is sitting closer to the 800m mark on the mountains, but it’s there nonetheless. The last thing that I expected from a move to the French Alps was any kind of resemblance to Vancouver (minus the mountains). Unfortunately, however, the weather has been strikingly Vancouver-esque; snow teasing from above, with a humid, unpleasant drizzle in the valley below. My visions of being warmed by a cup of hot cocoa by the fire, while the snow piles up outside are being swept away with the persistent sprinkle of rain!

Not only has the lack of snow been dampening the spirits of the locals, but it’s also keeping at bay the regular influx of tourists and chalet owners that come to the Alps to take advantage of the vast number of ski resorts in the area. From what I’ve heard, the population usually doubles (if not more than that) with the ski season. In the staff room at school, the teachers talk incessantly about the weather forecast, and you can tell that their Haute-Savoie instincts are just itching to get on the slopes!

Here are some shots of Cluses, in finer weather but with still no sign of the white stuff:

Bridge over l'Arve
Room with a view

Old pillars
Springtime buds in December

Thursday 17 November 2011

Some Domestic Notes

In between adventures, there is life at home as well! Last Saturday, we enjoyed some of Fiona’s Scottish scones.

This morning, I was surprised to find this little visitor in my fridge, munching happily (albeit in a partially frozen state) on some parsley. After a snack of some local lettuce, he was released happily into the wild. 

Fiona's scones

The stowaway

Remembrance Day

Parading through the streets of Cluses post-ceremony

Standing still

The lovely Melina

Chamonix

Since arriving here, it’s been my goal to get to Chamonix, France’s Mecca of mountaineering and outdoor adventure sports. Although it was the off-season and the streets were relatively quiet, Chamonix didn’t disappoint. Literally sitting in the shadow of Mont Blanc, the highest peak in Europe at about 4000m, the city hosted an impressive array of stores dedicated to the mountains (be it gear, photography and literature, or cold mountain brews). Chamonix itself is teaming with “internationals” (Brits, Aussies, Canadians etc.) drawn there in the name of adventure and a mountain lifestyle.

Looking more for a relaxing day than anything too strenuous, myself and my travelling mates for the day (Fiona and Dee) took a quaint train ride up the mountain to see the “Mer de Glace”, and impressive glacier that snakes its way through the mountains. Although receding due to the effects of global warming, the ice is still a thick blanket covering the valley in which it sits; the landscape here has the ultimate effect of making one feel “small”.

Opting to hike down the mountain in order to make the most of the beautiful day, we would hear the occasional rumble of something (ice, snow or rock) tumbling into the valley. The noise was at once frightening and delightful; a true testament to the power inherent to these mountains, a force that is not to be underestimated.  From what I’ve observed, many people come to Chamonix to test their limits and conquer the mountain in some way. As appealing as this might be, I think that for now, I’m content to sit at the base with a warm cup of cocoa between my hands!


La Mer de Glace

Refuge on the mountain


Exploring the glacier

Excited to be in Chamonix!

Crosses

Keeping track of the various mountains (or ‘massifs’) in the Alps has proven to be difficult. The other day, I was describing the details of a particularly grueling hike to one of the locals in my swim club. Naturally, I was asked where I had been. My response? “There was a cross on the top”. This was followed by an outburst of laughter by everyone in the room; there are crosses on so many of the peaks in the Alps, that using a cross as an identifier is absolutely useless. Time to buy a topographical map!


Glad to have some guides...

Monday 7 November 2011

Le Plateau des Glières


Being in France has had the effect of renewing my interest in history, art, literature (a sweeping statement, I know). After visiting Marseille, and laying eyes upon the Château d’If, the setting of much suffering in Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo, I am suddenly fascinated by classics of French literature. In fact, I’m a quarter of the way into this epic of a novel, and absolutely can’t put it down. It’s astounding that now that my feet are planted solidly here, everything European has become much more fascinating than when I was sitting in a stuffy University classroom on the other side of the ocean. Not once during the course of my English degree did I have any desire to read more Dumas or Hugo (ignore the fact that they are French authors). Now I could veritably eat these books up. Napoleon no longer seems like some fanatic from the past walking into my present via a textbook, because now I’m treading on his turf and can follow his doomed path from Corsica to Paris to Elba and back again.  There is so much more room for the imagination when you are closer to the source of all of this history. 

This takes me to my visit to “Le Plateau des Glières”, a monument site to fighters who partook in “La Résistance”, an undercover operation against the German army during World War II.  Accompanied by Elena (one of the girls I live with), and her boyfriend Diego, we spent the day wandering through this historically rich terrain. In some ways, it was hard to imagine this now peaceful place as the grounds for any kind of fighting, never mind a war of the unprecedented scale of World War II.  There are constant reminders of the past in these parts that makes one thankful for the current state of peace; crosses and monuments that are tucked away in forests or perched at 2000m on the top of a mountain, that are at once terrifying and beautiful. 
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Le Plateau des Glières

Leave No Trace (Haute-Savoie style)

Monument

Self explanatory

Close-up of the monument

Texture

Monument against the landscape

The "go to" place in the alpage