gens du voyage
Monday, April 20, 2009
That's my mom, center stage, ever curious about what lies just around the corner. She's a gypsy at heart. Read on, in today's story column.
gens du voyage (zhan-doo-voy-ahzh) noun, masculine, plural
: people of the voyage, gypsies
French synonyms: Romas, Gitans, Tsiganes, Manouches, Romanichels, Bohémiens, Sintis
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A Day in a French Life...
Mom's gypsy blood is boiling this morning. It all began with that donkey (our neighbor's) that she threatened to swipe... and saunter off with. We talked her out of it. For now, she is bartering, poking, nudging--trying to get me to take her to the art-supplies store. So I said, "Mom, I'll take you anywhere you want to go... if you'll write today's post. This conversation began at 7:58 this morning and, at 8:29, the following missive arrived in my inbox. Enjoy it!
(Mom would like to add one disclaimer: "Please forgive all spelling and punctuation errors and keep in mind that I consumed copious amounts of Jean-Claude's Chateauneuf-du-Pape and Domaine Rouge-Bleu around the picnic table yesterday.
My Darling Kristi, I just realized this morning that I have never told you about my first mentor, the exciting French Circus Madam...
Nestled at the very end of the path, surrounded by a real picket fence (this is 1956!) was the first glimpse of what would shape my future -- color all of my dreams -- and ultimately lead to yesterday's lunch with my true French family here in Provence in 2009.
If you enjoyed Jules's story, thank you for letting her know! Leave my Mom a note in the comments box. While you're there, tell us whether or not you, too, are a gypsy at heart. Ever wanted to "plant" a gypsy caravan in your own back yard? Or saunter off with the Sintis? Let's be nomads today, and note down more of our "travelling fancies" in the comments box, for all to see, enjoy--and be inspired by!
PS: Regarding Mom's painting, in today's story, don't forget to read the story of her Tango with Jean-Marc.
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Hi Kristi and Hi Jules !
Great story as always today - thanks again for the sheer pleasure you give all your readers.
As regards the sound file Kristi, why can't we hear YOUR voice from time to time ??!!
In fact why can't we hear Jules's voice too ?!
From your long-time fan, George
Posted by: George Nardell | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 11:25 AM
I have been one of your followers for some time now, and am continuing to enjoy your writings each day. Please tell your mom, it is plain to see where you have received your talent. You both are a joy to read and it gives me inspiration envisioning your days..I am heading to your region soon to get away from the Paris "bruit", and maybe I will run into you and your mom in one of your friendly villages you frequent.
PS your wine is one of my favorites.
Posted by: Beverly TABOR | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 12:07 PM
I'm loving this story Jules. Your joie de vie shines through as always. Looking forward to the next installment...
If I could be a nomad for a while I would like to drive around Australia without a time limit. Ahh one day!
Thanks as always to you and Kristin for the fun to bring to my days.
Posted by: Christine Dashper | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 12:26 PM
George: I should have attempted to record the sound file (after all, there were no scary French "r's" -- I'm so bad at those!-- in the word of the day. Another reason that I don't often record the words: I don't want to corrupt anybody's French pronunciation!
Beverly: Thank you! And re your trip to our area: please email me so that we might arrange a cellar visit here at Domaine Rouge-Bleu!
Posted by: Kristin | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 12:26 PM
Jules, thanks for sharing this delightful story of discovery. I remember seeing once a picture of another gypsy home (or similar to what you are describing), the one Roald Dahl had on his property in England where he wrote his beloved children's books.
Very nice painting of the dancers and oui! oui! vive l'Argentine tango. I began ballroom dance lessons three years ago and the tango is my favorite, especially the Argentine.
Kristi, brave and fearless one, parlez a nous...we would love to hear you speak les mots de jour to us, too. Or Jules, or peut-etre, a duet?! (Take some of the pressure off!)
Posted by: Pat | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 12:40 PM
Oh Jules! Have you painted your gypsy lady? I can see her wagon and fenced flowering garden in my mind but she's not so clear. I eagerly await the next installment of your encounter.
Posted by: Diane | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 01:30 PM
I LOVE the painting and the story!
Posted by: Debbie Chavers | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 01:37 PM
Jules, how wonderful that you passed on your way with words AND your beauty to your daughter...lucky girl!
As a Third Culture Kid, a.k.a. Global Nomad, I can relate to your gypsy wanderlust. Never so happy as when I'm discovering a new place!
Posted by: Taina | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 01:52 PM
Wonderful imagery, always enjoyable reading.
Thank you so much. I believe you live the best of both worlds, time spent in AZ and France.
My children cannot wait to soon follow in their father's footsteps to ASU, and live so close to the rest of our family. Good times ahead, no doubt.
I will keep a sharp eye out for your wine in my travels. Best, Jan
Posted by: Jan | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 02:16 PM
more, please, more.......
Posted by: Susan Dodds | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 02:57 PM
I enjoyed Jules post. I passed through Lake Havasu in 1974 as a 18 year old gypsy while living in my car, a 1950 bright green Chevy. I recall hearing "The Sultans of Swing" by Dire Straits in a restaurant and staying in a campground there in terrific heat. (Maybe the same one... there was a quaint little camp store) We slept under the picnic table. The colors were so beautiful, especially the river and surrounding cliffs. Thanks for the trip down memory lane! Sue
Posted by: Sue | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 03:12 PM
Jules my darling you are the rare bird indeed with ever the story telling flair and sense of adventure....
Posted by: Charles McGrath | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 03:29 PM
Yes a thousand times...
Posted by: Barbara | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 03:30 PM
Jules continues to inspire me to be more of a gypsy - thank you! And I love the tango with Jean Marc story!
Have a wonderful French day!
Posted by: Rebecca | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 03:32 PM
We can see where Kristin gets her writing talent. Lover your story, Jules. Awaiting more.......
Posted by: Betty Bailey | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 04:18 PM
That painted such a beautiful picture in my mind. I was brought back to that age right away, the thrill of discovery is a different experience at 10, so much more fantastical. So delightful! Really looking forward to the rest!
Posted by: Kate Noyes | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 04:45 PM
Dear Kristi and Mom,
I am fairly new to your site and simply loving it. Mom, what a picture you paint in my tired city eyes. I paint the scenes with a mental brush as I read the lines. Look forward to the rest, and bon lundi a vous deux!
Posted by: Mona | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 05:08 PM
Living in Colorado Springs and being at the foot of Pikes Peak I feel so blessed to be "a gypsy at heart". I can take off whenever I want and in 20 minutes I'm surrounded by absolute natural beauty. We did a lot of camping when I was little - my mom, dad, me and our poodle. When I'd ask my dad if we were almost "there", his answer was "it's just around the next bend". Now that I'm a "femme d'une certaine age" I realize what a great metaphor that phrase is for my life. I'm always looking for what's around the next bend. Thank you for sharing your memories with me.
Posted by: Candy | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 05:16 PM
I was just reading last night about the French gens du voyage and came across news of a fete in May celebrating the gypsies... "St. Maries de la Mer is especially famous for its oldest tradition which consists of being the meeting place for the gypsy people. Their rich folklore and music attract many visitors all throughout the year."
A friend and I will be in France in May, so may drop by your "cave" for a visit -- perhaps Jules will still be there?
Enjoyed the story today - can't wait to hear the end, Jules. Also, the painting and the link to the story of your anniversaire last year. You and I share a birthday -- September 24 - my trip in May is the celebration of my 60th!
Posted by: Jacki | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 05:18 PM
Jules, It wouldn't surprise me if you had many more fantastic stories tucked away under that straw hat of yours! I enjoyed your gypsy immensely and look forward to the rest of the story........
Posted by: Sandy Maberly | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 05:46 PM
Hi ~ Luv your site ....Story is very intriguing, will make sure to pop in for more ~ tyvm
Posted by: Harlow | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 05:51 PM
La fruit ne tombe pas loin de l'arbre!
Looking forward to the next instalment, Jules!
Posted by: Jo Ellen Brainin-Rodriguez | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 06:35 PM
Missing you both on FB-can't wait until Wed. for rest of story.From the shores of Cape Cod,Carol
Posted by: Carol Folino | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 06:45 PM
The start of a "colorful" story! I'll look forward to reading more.
By the way, where was the photo taken? Looks like Tarascon?
Posted by: Christine | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 06:59 PM
Good afternoon to all,
I love the painting with the hat. Both of you have wonderful talents and thank you for sharing them. I so enjoyed the story from last September. I missed it because I exercising my gypsy blood.
What a lovely husband you have! In addition to making wine he should give pointers to husbands on just the right thing to say. All mothers and especially those of us over 60 could use a little "center of attention" time.
I enjoy visiting with you on this blog. Maybe I will start on of my own.
Posted by: Sharon | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 07:11 PM
Intriguing! I love it and can't wait to read more!
Posted by: Cathy | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 07:12 PM
Bonjour, Kristi and Jules: How wonderful your word of the day and the beginning of a (i know to be) great story. I absolutely love the shared stories of you two. You make me smile and sometimes laugh. My own daughter and I are now temp. gens du voyage-recently retired and moved from Maryland to temp. qtrs in AZ and NM. For monthe, we are housesitting and houseguests of friends to see where i want to settle down. It is alittle unsettling but now is fun and have met many wonderful people. Merci! for letting me know there are other gens du voyages!!!!! Robyn
Posted by: "Rob" York | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 07:14 PM
Hi Jules, I can't wait for the rest of the story- and think you more than deserve a trip to the art store!!
Posted by: Carole | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 07:30 PM
Jules have you ever written a book about your life or just stories. I love how you weave a tail like fine fabric.
Posted by: Bre Charles | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 08:51 PM
I,too enjoy spending time with you, Jules and your wonderful family. Thank you for the most pleasant visits. Sincerely, Joyce
Posted by: Joyce Hoover | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 09:22 PM
Your wonderful story of wandering into the hidden gypsy garden created a vivid, colorful vision as I read your contribution. I think it would make a fantastic children's book--think of all of those whimsical drawings . . . Maybe you should try it!
Posted by: Jean Treacy | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 09:43 PM
Your Mom (and you) is a "Jules" in the crown of life! Merci Beaucoup for the spirit that is within both of you.
Posted by: Kristine | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 09:52 PM
I receive your posts via email which is a nice surprise when I open my email. Today's essay by your mother was enchanting, such beautiful language! As was the lovely picture that captured the essensce of her curious spirit. Thank you! I can't wait to read the rest of the story!
Posted by: Suzanne | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 10:06 PM
Jules, you write so eloquently. I can hardly wait for the next installment!
Posted by: janet | Monday, April 20, 2009 at 11:00 PM
What a beautiful story. Jules is a true artist and I understand even better now why Kristi has so much talent.
And the Tango painting is one of my favorite.
With Love from your Son
Posted by: Jean-Marc | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 12:08 AM
What a beautiful, magical story! You are truly gifted. Thank you for sharing.
Posted by: Diane | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 02:57 AM
P.S. Your painting reminds me a great deal of Diego Rivera's style!
Posted by: Diane | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 03:02 AM
Wow, first of all, you have an amazing memory, truly a gift. Your language is color. I can't wait to hear more of this enchanting gypsy you encountered...
Posted by: Jennifer in OR | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 04:08 AM
What an intriguing portrait, beautifully painted. Thank you, Jules!
Posted by: Fred Ingham | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 03:11 PM
Kristin, thanks for the comment. I have thoroughly enjoying your blog now for a couple of months. Thanks for reading mine!
I don't think I knew that you published a book. It sounds interesting. I'm excited to check it out this summer, while daydreaming of the summer I spent last year in Provence and Côte d'Azur. :)
Posted by: dominique | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 06:00 PM
Jules, Beautiful story, so far. I can't wait to hear the rest.
Posted by: Martha McGrath | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 06:37 PM
Very beautiful... you write with so much color... (as mentioned above from another reader) we see where Kristin has rec'vd her gift so therefore Kristin, maybe... your daughter and/or son... in the future!
Posted by: C Medrano | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 10:41 PM
I agree. Why can't we hear your voice, Kristin! You are an inspiration to those of us who would love to learn the language & experience France!
Thoroughly enjoyed Jules' story. She paints a lovely picture with her words, I can feel the scene & emotions.
Posted by: Jennifer | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 10:49 PM
Aren't we all travellers, somewhere along our journey through life? A lot has to do with our frame of mind, with our way to escape from our worries, responsibilities and daily burdens, with our renewed enthusiasm to explore and keep making one more step, and one more. Some of us are more of the gypsy type than others and Kristin must be the best person to tell us that her Mum, with her wonderful traveller's mentality of discovery, is a Gypsy ´at heart´.
Dazzling tango picture Jules. Bravo!
I loved reading your story. You hypnotised my attention and I let myself follow your steps along the path leading me to a garden of enchantment... and to the most attractive wooden gypsy trailer surrounded by flowers planted in little mining carts. Not sure I can visualise the little carts – but the multitude of vibrant flowers described with intense joy opened a triumphal way to the vision of that extraordinary gypsy lady whose beauty and style impressed you so much.
What did the gypsy lady say to you? What happened then that changed your life? Why did the glimpse of that “paradise” and of that exciting gypsy lady (French Circus Madame, says the title ...) lead you to whatever happened on Sunday with your French family in Provence???
Did you meet “des gitans”, perhaps ?
Looking forward to the dénouement of your wonderful story.
By the way, I hope that, by now, you have been taken to the Art supply store... and are busy following your inspiration for the creation of your new artistic project.
Posted by: Newforest | Tuesday, April 21, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Dear Jules! What an intoxicatingly beautiful story you have shared! Such a vivid picture you have painted in my mind. Not one to wish away a day, but I am SO looking forward to it’s continuing on Wednesday. So glad you swiped Kristi away for the day! Grateful she took this opportunity to be flexible. I wish you both a wonderful day. Abundant Blessings, Stacy
Posted by: Stacy | Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 04:39 AM
Jules: Wonderful! There is great wealth all around us, yes?
Kristin: Lately playing catch-up:
are like stepping stones
or baby steps achieved
connecting us to the past
and creating a road to the future
through the eyes of
my 3 year old grandson
summoning the courage to
use the electric toothbrush -
with motor turned on - then
laughing as only a small child can
(because it tickles his mouth)
becomes my parkinsons
husband's acceptance that
the electric toothbrush is too
difficult to navigate today. Poised
between them I share
bubble gum toothpaste then
absent-mindedly return my brush
to its charger. if it is
with the heart that one sees
most clearly, there can be
great accomplishment in the mundane.
Posted by: Merrie Dail | Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 08:04 AM
Dear Jules! Such an awsome picture of a perfect day! This makes my longing to move on from where I am right now even more intense. Somehow, 6 years in one location is waaaaaaay too long...
Posted by: R. | Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 06:59 PM
Beautiful! My husband has always said I am a gypsy at heart, so your story calls to me in a very deep way. I can see the tidy wooden cart through your child eyes and am admiring the bells glistening in the sun. Thank you for sharing.
Posted by: Sinclair | Thursday, April 23, 2009 at 07:54 PM
Posted by: Christie | Thursday, April 23, 2009 at 10:52 PM
I love the beginning of your story and look forward to more -tho I'm a little late getting to it.
Posted by: Susan | Wednesday, April 29, 2009 at 05:23 AM
Wow, I just read 4/20's story, Jules. I can see where Kristin gets her gift!
Posted by: Lorrie | Tuesday, May 05, 2009 at 04:46 PM
Jules, your words are jumping off the page! I can almost see this beautiful creation you are telling us about. Love your style of expression with words. Let us hear more of those tucked away tales.Can hardly wait til Wednesday!
Posted by: mary paulson | Thursday, March 15, 2012 at 10:46 PM