Sunday, October 22, 2017

MnM's Secret Spécial


Mogette Miniature, or MnM to her friends, is a small-scale identical twin of Mogette La Deux-Chevaux Coquette.


In a later episode, dear reader, you will discover where, when and how MnM was born. This will help you to understand MnM’s Secret Spécial…

 MnM, unlike Grande Mogette, can sometimes be grumpy. And she swears a lot if she thinks she can get away with it. This also has something to do with where and how  she was born…

Her owner, Proprio, tries not to let her get away with the swearing or with the grumpiness too often.

She lives in Proprio’s Sac Magique, which is orange, and which his kids bought for him as a Christmas gift from Décathlon some years ago. Proprio knows it cost two Euros fifty, but he loves his kids anyway.
...two Euros bloody fifty...

And here is MnM’s Special Secret: even when she is in her pochette orange, even though she lost both her headlamps during her trip to Provence, even though she has never read Harry Potter…

… she can see around corners in Time and Space.

Now read on…

Proprio turns left at the top of the stone escalier, and continues uphill, past the monument aux morts, then  under the stone archway.

“What a view”

 he utters out loud, as he walks past the church doorway.



“Ok for you to say that. All I can see is orange…”

Comes the reply from MnM, the Muse in the Musette.

"Try not to be so grumpy, ma petite. You will be able to get some fresh air at the Coup de Bleu"

"C'est quoi, ça?"

"A sort of open-air apéritif, where all Lursiens, old an new, get to see each other after a year of vie normale. Some people have been coming here each year since the 1950's"

"Sounds a bit bloody spaced-out if you ask me. And what’s a Lursien? Sounds like something from another bloody planet"

"Quiet, MnM, and stop swearing. I’ll explain about Lursiens later. You might be right about the spaced-out bit; this year's theme is "CONSTELLATIONS". Come on, here’s La Chancellerie.”


MnM considers making a cynical joke along the lines of "OK Proprio, you're the interpreter, so how do you say CONSTELLATIONS in French? Then, perhaps in fear of being confined in to her orange quarters for longer than necessary,  she switches instead into see-around-corner mode, saying:

“Our friend Céline will be in there, preparing name-badges,  a tray of pissaladière and some melons”

“Don’t be a smarty-pants MnM”

Says Proprio, trying to hide a smile.

Sure enough, MnM has managed to see into the future, and five minutes later Céline, Proprio and MnM are walking uphill again, along the ancient paving-stones of Le Chemin des Evêques.

“Fifty-seven people around the next corner, including Thierry, a lady with a little dog and a table full of Pastis and olives”

Says a muffled voice.

“Did somebody just mention Pastis?”

Asks Céline.

“Probably”

Says Proprio, as they turn the stone-wall corner, and gaze towards the hill-top chapel and the Coup de Bleu…


Stay tuned dear reader; in the next episode MnM predicts a remarkable coincidence, and Proprio narrowly avoids a diplomatic incident when he steps on a Yorkshire Terrier.






Friday, September 15, 2017

"Dessine-moi une Two Cee Vee, Hee-Hee-Hee..." by Thierry. Borrowed Bic on recycled table-mat, 2017
With apologies to Le Petit Prince...

Vincent tells Proprio he'll catch up later over apéritifs, then heads back to his accommodation to collect some stuff.

Proprio walks away from Mogette and La Salle Luria.

Mogette relaxes her handbrake cables, leans her Michelin 125 against the olive branch, gazes down at the Vox memorial, and settles into a better-late-than-never Sunday afternoon snooze.

Proprio knows that he needs to find La Chancellerie, a converted barn which, he had been assured, would be the venue for a CONSTELLATION of star appearances, starting Monday.

In his orange musette back-pack, among the detritus of minimalist travel are a battered smartphone, and an even more battered miniature model of Mogette La 2CV Coquette.

“Hoi!”

Comes a muffled shout from the back-pack’s zippered side-pocket.

“Il fait bloody chaud in here. C’est quand qu’on will arrive?”

Mini Mogette – MnM to her friends- is considerably less coquette and not nearly so patient as the real one. She loves to mix French with English in a way some people find quite endearing.

“Très soon ma petite”

Re-assures Proprio, going on to explain to MnM...

“There will be be 130 graphic artists, writers, printers, publishers and other creative folk attending Les Rencontres INTERNATIONALES de Lure at various times during the coming week.

People mostly from the French or Francophone parallel universe, with a stardust sprinkling of non-French speakers.

“Les Rencontres de LURE have been held annually in the Provence village of LURS since…1952. Later I shall tell you of Giono, Vox et les Autres, ma petite.”

“Fascinant. Very.”

Replies MnM, with fake sincerity.

“De toute façon, what are we doing ici anyway. Nous
Sous le ciel Blue?”

Shouts Mini-Mogette, as Proprio turns left towards a flight of stone steps built above an élégant and quasi-immaculate grotto labelled “WC Publics”.

“Leave the rubbish poetry
To me
Mon amie.
Nous sommes ici to OBSERVE and to PARTICI-
PE”

Replies Proprio.

“Now ta gueule and we will ask how to get from ici

… to La Chancellerie”.


And, the universe undoubtedly unfolding as it should in the one-sided shade of this tiny Provençal village street on this perfect Sunday afternoon, the third Lursien (after Gérard and Vincent) MnM and Proprio encounter turns out to be…

Thierry.

Thierry is wearing Sunday afternoon stubble and no shirt. He has had either a lunch trop long, or a sieste trop courte. He, like Gérard earlier, is smoking a small cigar. He is attempting, in front of the pale blue doors of  les WC Chics et Chocs, to remove the “antivol” which has become jammed in the rear wheel of his beautiful motorcycle. In between puffs of cigar smoke he is looking at his cracked rear mudguard, and repeating the word “Fuck”, alternately and seamlessly in French and in Flamand.

“Vous êtes de Lurs?”

Enquires Proprio.

« En quelque sorte »


Comes the reply, typographically, with a smile and a quizzically raised eyebrow à la James Bond. 

The three words are uttered in a spoken font redolent of  Comic MS.

“Connaissez-vous La Chancellerie, ou du moins un chemin pour y aller?

Thierry thinks « Aha, un "type" avec humour, ou peut-être un smartarse »

MnM knows her own answer to this one, but, unchracteristically, keeps schtumm.

“Mon ami, all roads ici…
Lead to 
La Chancellerie.
Et
Si tu m’aides à débloquer mon effing antivol, I shall indicate to you le effing way to La Chancellerie, and nous partagerons le verre du friendship toute à l’heure”.

« Tu peux réparer le mudguard avec de la Super Glue »

Suggests Proprio as, on the hot side of la rue they do, indeed,
Lift up the rear wheel of the bike...

And un-jam the antivol.

“Quel smartarse”

Comes a semi-stifled comment from le sac orange.

“Did you hear something?”

Asks Thierry.

“It may have been a noise from Les Toilettes Turques”

Comes the reply.

“See you toute à l’heure... 
in LURE”

Shouts Proprio, as he climbs the stone Stairway to Heaven.

“Bugger the laboured Led Zep references. It’s still bloody hot in here”

Are the last words Thierry thinks he hears as the orange musette disappears diagonally upwards, over the WC sign and around the balustrade…

Stay tuned, dear reader, as the walk towards Le Coup de Bleu continues, and we wander towards Episode 2:

“Pastis, Pissaladière et Pays Noir”

Now click on the capital "G" for blue guitars and a Star Man...





Monday, September 11, 2017

Olive Branches and Thyme Travellers



"Mogette au Vin Rouge" by Vincent
Red wine on recycled table-mat Aug 2017
click on pic to visit Vincent's blog


Olive Branches and Thyme Travellers


Last time you'll remember that...

Mogette, La 2CV Coquette
Travelled
With her propriétaire
From Sainte-Cécile, Vendée
For three days…

Via La Vienne
Past Le Chip Shop de Confolens
Oradour sur Glâne
Limoges…

Then Brive, Padirac
Figeac
Le Viaduc de Millau
Le Larzac…

A night in Le Vigan
Silk and souvenirs…

Le Pont du Gard
Then Avignon
Two nights
Au bout du Pont…

She travelled East
Through Luberon
Then Roman Road via Apt
(And if you read the first bad-poetry post HERE)
You’ll know all about that…

Here is what happened on Sunday:


Mogette sets up camp at Les Coccinelles. The river-bed is almost dry, and so is the humour of Fred, who runs a rustic camping familial which would turn out to be a week of heaven for a trusty, only slightly rusty 2CV and Proprio, her owner.

After pitching the tent and spreading minimalist camping gear in the dust beneath an olive tree Mogette bids farewell to the three resident donkeys, and heads along the valley, up the hill to Lurs.
More from Burrito later...around 3 a.m. to be precise...

The climb to the village is quite steep in parts for a car from 1973 with just two cylinders who has travelled a thousand kilometres. Just to be here, now.

A sign informs Mogette and her Proprio that olive oil and garlic may be purchased in the enclos.

“All we need now are some herbes de Provence”

Says Mogette to Proprio, who changes down to second, with an imperceptible crunch, as they pass a sign saying  “Do not pick the thyme”

Only in brownish-red, impersonally, and in just four words of French.

“Ochre warning; take your time,
 And do not pick the thyme”

Says Mogette.

Proprio smiles, winks and says "Ho-Ho, Ma Belle".

Second gear takes the pair past the roadsign exclaiming “Lurs”, en français et en provençal. 

“Just in case there are any Provençal speakers who don’t speak French?

Ponders Mogette, aloud and slightly cynically.

“You never know”

Comes the reply.

 A scallop shell sticker, next to the Provençal and in European blue and yellow recalls St Jacques de Compostelle…

“The coquille points the Way. Campo Stellae. Champ d’Etoiles, Field of Stars. Very appropriate. The theme for the week being CONSTELLATIONS.” Exclaims La Deuche.

They find a parking spot, half bitumen, half doormat-dry grass, next to a sheer drop which points back downhill.

Proprio parks Mogette astride the half-and-half, and drags a branch to act as an emergency handbrake, just in case the real one is not enough.

It is a quarter to six, après-midi blending to début de soirée. Nearly. The Provence sun is still hot against deep azure.

“Dimanche. SUNday. Quips Mogette”.

“Leave the translation stuff to me, chère amie..."

Proprio knows no-one in the village.

This state of affairs does not last for long.

Veteran "Lursiens" Gérard and Vincent are walking out of La Salle Luria.

They smile, shake hands with Proprio, and jointly make a joke about the olive branch  frein à main...

Gérard promises to relate a tale of adventures with a Citroën in 1970's North Africa over dinner. He lights a small cigar, tells Proprio and Vincent he'll join them for Pastis later, and heads off in the direction of La Boulangerie.

Vincent leans on Mogette, with a slightly worried look, testing the hand-brakes.

Proprio has the feeling that he's just made two long-term friends.

A small voice from Proprio's orange bag says:

"Two new pals there, Proprio. And we've only been here five bloody minutes"...

Vincent makes a small jump, causing Mogette to rock like a little boat, and the olive branch to move two centimetres down the hill.

"Ai-je entendu une voix anglaise?"

He asks Proprio.

"Erm, probably...I'll have to tell you about MnM later..."

Comes the answer, with a friendly smile...

Stay tuned, dear reader, for the next episode...Did Vincent really hear une voix anglaise? Who is MnM? What adventures await Vincent, Gérard and Proprio in the coming days?

Coming soon...Episode Two: a Coup of Blue...
Now, where did that voice come from???




Monday, August 28, 2017

Life on Poires?

Car & Poire by Pascale Aug 2017
Ink and watercolour on recycled table-mat
Click HERE to go to Pascale's website. A gem.
Mogette La Deux-Chevaux Coquette
A Citroën you see
Rolled out of  Lavallois-Perret
In July seventy-three

And just last week Mogette she drove
From her home town near Nantes
Via lavender and olive groves
To blue skies of Provence…

Limoges, then Brive, and Padirac
Millau and Les Cevennes,
Que du bonheur, both there and back
Quels happy times with friends

She took her lucky proprio
On a true aventure
Via Le Vigan and Avignon
To Rencontres de LURE

For six and a half décennies
These Rencontres have been
An annual point culminant
On typo-grapho scene

And this year’s theme “Constellations”
For Mogette was a tease
Because of her own origins…
Back in Les Seventies

For when Mogette was three weeks old
Her Michelins still gleaming
A pop-rock anthem hit the charts
And Bowie sent us dreaming…

Don’t ask Mogette, just go and see
What Wiki says about this foray to the stars
Part Broadway and the rest Dali
…A song called Life on Mars

So welcome to a serial
We hope you will enjoy
A picture and a verse or two
From all you girls and boys…

Who joined us for that magic time
On journeys to the skies
To inner and to outer space
We’ll try to make it rhyme…

But, chers amis, you must excuse
Us if, de temps en temps
Mogette and her dear proprio
Get rhyme or rhythm wrong…

For we are amateurs, not pro’s
And we will both endeavour
To raise a smile
To share some thoughts
And not to sound too clever

(Now click on Mogette et La Poire for a Bowie moment)





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