The French see summer in a different way from Americans and perhaps other Europeans
as well. Summer is not just another season it has a time zone of its own, another
world that is escape from everyday life. Adventure, abandon even ecstasy is in
the air, a chance to escape the mundane.
The French go on vacation with missionary
zeal. The beaches of Narbonne and the surrounding area are testament to this;
in June they were almost empty but by July they are bursting with tourists, mostly
French with Germans a close second. Our precious beach real estate shrinks daily
and we are thankful to find enough sand to park a blanket and cooler by mid-August.
People of all nationalities, Americans, Chinese, Australians, and Europeans (of
course) have invaded Narbonne and are staying on the beach with us for the next
two to four weeks. The sight of all this humanity enthralls us. It's a great
opportunity to people watch different cultures interacting and playing with each
other. The greatest pastime is digging in the sand followed by burying people and
building sand castles, the likes of which are very authentic. Most Europeans have
seen real castles so their renditions are complete with moats filled by seawater,
drawbridges, little flags, turrets and interior courtyards with wells, tiny churches
Narbonne lives up to its part in the deal. The weather never ceases to be perfectly
cloudless with good, hot temperatures hovering around 90 to 95 Fahrenheit, (32
to 38 Celsius), low humidity and lots of boisterous, fragrant restaurants serving
up mussels steamed in white wine, paella, platters of shellfish on ice, and gallons
of chilled wines. As a bonus, there are never any traffic jams from Narbonne to
Narbonne Plage (beach), even during peak hours. Free parking is always available,
although it came perilously close to being completely full at times. The same can't
be said for Gruissan Plage or Leucate Plage, nearby beaches. They had some traffic
backups but they never lasted more than an extra 15 minutes. Our favorite beach
is thus Narbonne Plage. Not just for the convenience but for the extraordinary
drive from the city to the beach. A winding road with no traffic lights glides
one non-stop from city to beach within 15 to 20 minutes and travels through Narbonne
's greatest natural treasure: La Clape.
La Clape is a natural reserve of untouched beauty. Majestic cliffs frame the
sweeping ocean view at some of the high points while the windswept valleys contain
very old wineries and olive trees. The overall impression is of a wild Mediterranean
garden of several thousand hectares. There are no communities and only an occasional
house grand-fathered into the reserve. The soil is dry, pale and there are innumerable
species of plants and trees, some deciduous while others are conifer. Picnic benches
and tables have been thoughtfully planted along the road along with observatory
spots for people to pull over so as not to have an accident from rubbernecking
the unchecked beauty. It is a fairly new two-lane road, put in within the last
10 years. Each time we travel down this idyllic road we learn to appreciate it
more and more. Too much traffic, chain restaurants, billboards, no parking, and
unattractive hotels ruin many a trip to the beach. This is a pristine, unadulterated
voyage that actually relaxes one into the final destination and contact with the
Just as we are about to surrender the beach to the tourists - they disappear.
Not gradually, but within a couple of weeks we go from at least 100,000 bodies
on the shore to less than 1,000. Just like that. Fittingly, the last week of visitors
around mid-September is nothing but Russians and Scandinavians who can bluster
the still chilly waters with the air temperature below 90 Fahrenheit (about 34
C). By the third week of September we are flying kites in the wild Narbonne winds
and running on the wide deserted beach with barely a bikini in sight.
The same can be said for the other beaches such as Leucate Plage. We decide to
revisit Les Pilotis, our favorite restaurant/beach shack on Leucate Plage toward
the end of September. We bring along some out of town visitors in the hopes of
catching the last vestiges of summer fare before it vanishes completely. As we
pull into the sandy parking lot I feel a strange sense of something missing. Are
we in the right place? We peer through the windshield to see - the barren pilings
of Les Pilotis. The entire building has been swept away. We blink in the still
summery bright sunshine and try to take it in. It is so neatly gone, so completely
dismantled it has to have been done intentionally. We travel down to the next beach
restaurant (there are only two on Leucate Plage) and find the owners in the middle
of dismantling it as well. So they are truly seasonal, taking down the entire building
lock, stock and barrel to be resurrected next summer. Sheepishly acknowledging
our status as 'Nouveau Narbonnais' we take our visitors to Pierre-sur-Mer where
we are sure that some restaurants, firmly rooted in concrete, will still be open.
They are, and we enjoy a good lunch of moules frites with chilled white wine.
Luckily, some restaurants stay open all year. On another recent country drive
through the village of Fitou we stop in to have lunch at Agnes, a Michelin reviewed
restaurant beautifully situated on the edge of town in a renovated barn. Our guests
revel in the entree, escargots in a garlic cream sauce served in a lovely little
'cocotte' (tiny casserole dish) covered by a mille-feuille pastry top. The huge
doors open onto the hillside creating a sense of dining outside.
Idyllic beach days and lunches followed by long swims and siestas are perfect
preparation for the non-stop partylife that is Narbonne nights the entire month
of August. Having lived in Key West , Miami and New York City I thought I knew
what party time was. Fantasy Fest in Key West is a four day event! Mardi Gras in
New Orleans lasts a week. But August in Narbonne is a full month of extravagant
festivals that leave one no time to breathe. Better to 'tiens la souffle' (hold
your breath) and hang onto your hat! Because it is all topped off with the biggest
Narbonnaise event of the year, the Charles Trenet Festival the last weekend of
August. Four days the likes of which I had no preparation for at all.
Toward the end of July we were seeing nightly musical events ranging from full
symphony orchestras in tuxedos on the Espace Comtemporaire in front of our building,
to modern jazz quartets on the corners and in the restaurants. Le Rive Gauche and
Le Centauree have become our 'cantines' and we bounce between the two rating whatever
music they have for the evening. If we feel like splitting a bottle of wine we
do so. If not, we just hang around and listen a bit. Wednesdays and Saturdays are
big nights when there is ballroom dancing on the banks of the canals. More and
more people here about this and by the end of the summer regular parties of several
hundreds attend these events arriving complete in tango shoes and salsa dresses.
It is not just music and dancing. During two of the hottest days of August, a
true three-ring Circus comes to town complete with a pair of enormous rare tigers.
There are acrobats, clowns, magicians, dancing bears, and tightrope walkers as
well. People crowd the makeshift fences to watch the non-stop two day show courtesy
of the city of Narbonne . As I walk through town I can hear the crowd roar with
approval at the various acts. Children sit on their parents shoulders and the trees
are full of agile perchers who want to get a better look.
There are so many events and festivities in Narbonne , it is impossible to see
all of them. We try to attend the ones we think are the most fun. Here are some
Memoires d'Antan (Days of Yesteryear) takes place the end of June. For two days,
Narbonne transforms itself into a turn of the century city. Elegant vintage cars,
by the dozen, circulate centerville and their male occupants are splendid in spats,
suspenders, handlebar mustaches, bowler hats and top hats. The women are even more
remarkable in their beaded flapper dresses and saucy hats. Even the children get
into the act looking like small adults in their somber suits and dresses. Shepherds
guide herds of sheep through the streets, horse drawn carriages glint brass in
the sunlight and people hand out 'newspapers' declaring the agenda for the next
two days. We take a seat in L'Agora, a restaurant in the Place de La Mairie where
we chat with a gentleman from Carcassonne , a nearby city. He says Narbonne is
his favorite destination for fun and his city doesn't compare. Thus, he declares,
he is going to retire here. At least he doesn't have far to go.
A boxing ring is set up in the center of the Place de la Maire and France's number
one boxer is about to show up and give us an exhibition fight. He arrives in grand
form, in a horsedrawn carriage dressed in a sweeping black cape and enters the
ring with a mighty shout from the crowd. After a good natured and entertaining
dance around the ring for show with another boxer, the referee declares him the
winner and he pauses to sign autographs.
Amongst dozens of others, one of the major festivals of summer in Narbonne is
the cultural exchange between Narbonne and its twin city, Wilheim, of Bavaria ,
Germany . Into the height of August's languid summer heat come troops of hearty
Bavarians complete with lederhosen, string bodices, flounced full skirts and felt
hats crowned in feathers. They set up log cabins in the Via Domitia, Place de la
Mairie and cook up piles of sauerkraut, sausages, pork ribs and steiners of golden
lager. The crowd love the food and beer, despite the fact its not really the season
for it, and they gather up around the long tables set up around the Via Domitia.
Grandparents and young children, feisty teenagers and their parents all enjoy Oompahpah
bands, dancing, singing and even whipping displays. Somewhere in Bavaria a troupe
of Narbonnaise is doing their thing as well!
As I said before, the crowning event is the Charles Trenet Festival, the last
four days of August. No less than 20,000 people jam themselves along the banks
of the Canal de la Robine as they watch nationally acclaimed artists perform on
the enormous stage specially set up just for the festival. Colored light shows
dance upon their upturned faces and they are mesmerized by Lio and other big acts.
Horn players, pianists, drummers, guitarists and dancers whirl around the singers.
The bridges over the canal are closed off to prevent them from collapsing under
the weight of the crowd. No one minds standing for hours, it's an incredibly well
behaved audience. All around the city, huge video screens are erected so that people
can enjoy the show. Most of the courtyards of the ancient buildings are opened
up with bars and music and there is dancing on the cobblestones. Barrels of wine
are set up in the streets while wandering musicians play all different kinds of
music. Dancing people are everywhere. It's a celebration of Charles Trenet and
his music and of all musicians and their love of life.
Thus the summer ends and we have what the French call 'La Reentree' meaning 'Re-entrance'.
Re-entrance into normal life, school, work, return from vacation and back to Earth.
September is here and away with the shorts, bikinis and flip-flops. They are replaced
rather quickly with scarves, boots and hats. The weather is still sunny but cool
snaps occur and then finally we have - rain. Not a lot, but enough to water the
withering flower boxes, rejuvenate the grass and liven the people like birds in
a forest. In Les Halles the vendors are remarkably peppy, chattering about their
childhood memories of splashing puddles in rubber booties and mothers welcoming
them home with steaming hot chocolate. Summer is a glowing memory now and the vendors
are no doubt welcoming the fall harvest, the wine vendange and of course Christmas.
The restaurants in Les Halles are jammed with local customers who chat vivaciously
about the rain falling outside. It stops within a couple days and we are back to
sunny weather, just a bit cooler. The cafes and bars roll in their umbrellas, tables
and chairs. The musicians have gone on to play somewhere else, other European towns.
The tourists dwindle down, never quite leave completely but are now outnumbered
by the Narbonnaise. Our favorite restaurants can finally welcome us personally,
the proprietors no longer distracted by the demanding visitors. The electric pleasure
boats on the Canal de la Robine have disappeared and the sidewalk summer cafes
along the canal are closed for the next eight months. But the weather is absolutely
delightful, sunny and breezy. We keep our sunglasses on, but shrug on a light sweater
occasionally. Life regains its rhythm of work and play. The grapevines have been
relieved of their heavy purple fruit and soon we will taste this years Beaujolais
wine, the young fresh harbinger of the coming years vintage. Crisp apples and perfumed
pears are abundant. It is now time to enjoy Narbonne 's latest visitor, Autumn.
The trip from Fitou to Narbonne is only about a half hour and goes through the
picturesque coastal villages of Bages and Peyriac. In Peyriac we try the wines
of the domaine Peyriac-sur-Mer. We are delightfully impressed with the Chardonnay,
a rarity in southwest France where hearty reds are the specialty. One of the owners,
Kees Graste, is our host, a Dutchman who spent 22 years in the salmon farming business
in Scandinavia !! So how does one go from there to here? We want to know and have
a great conversation, as he is obviously passionate about his wine and the process
of making wine. He always had the desire to be a vintner and caught the opportunity
to leave his old life twenty years ago when he was financially able to live
his dream. We must tip our hat - not only do we love his Chardonnay, but the gorgeous
silky 2004 Corbieres rouge (red) is a winner as well!
Chateau Peyriac de Mer - AOC Corbieres
24m Rue chemin neuf
11440 PEYRIAC DE MER
.....on to Winter