Au Marché, Au Marché pour acheter un gros cochon…

Halles Ste. Claire

To market, to market to buy a fat pig…

Well, since we’re mostly vegetarian, we did not buy any cochons, but we did buy a few other items this morning at Halle Ste. Claire, the local outdoor market.  St. Clare Hall was built in 1874 on the site of a convent of Poor Clares (an order of nuns), in the heart of the old town of Grenoble, near the Place Notre-Dame and the former Jesuit College, now Lycée International Stendhal. The places are named after St. Clare, patroness of the convent.It was restored in 1990 and the clock and the fountain are its centerpiece.

As you can see from the pictures it is a bustling place.  It’s a stop on one of the 3 tram lines  that services Grenoble and so it’s convenient for people to ride there and shop.  We get the tram there every morning to make our way to our french class at CUEF (That will be a future blog topic.)  The farmers set up their fruits and vegetables every morning  under the canopies.   You take a round basket (or two) and walk around and choose your items.  You take the basket to the counter and  le fermier weighs your items and dumps them into your sac.  We’ve found the prices to be so low for the freshest fruits and veg.  Lower than le supermarché by far.

The vegetable stalls at Halle Ste. Claire

Inside are permanent stalls that are occupied by la poissonnerie, la boucherie, la charcuterie, le fromagerie et, bien sûr, la boulangerie.  We’ve roamed through here, stopping at the little café inside for un café (noir ou au lait) and trying to speak to the vendors in our Pigeon-French. I’m sure they have a good laugh when we leave, but they are open to explain what they have and even how to cook it. Today we even taught the vendeur de volailles something.  We asked what la dinde was  that he had in the case.  One of the other waiting customers had to tell him that it was turkey!  Then I explained about Thanksgiving to him.  He was impressed with my command of the french language (not).

La Poissonnerie

We made our way to la poissionierre and watched as the other customers chose the freshest and often pinkest fish.  We bought some saumon and made our way to my favorite spot, le fromagerie.  We chose fromage de chèvre, and we were surprised that it was only € 2.53 (about $3.50) for a large section of cheese. I think it would have been at least $5-6 in the US.

We still made our way to a little market nearby to buy some spaghetti, eggs and beer.  We’ve discovered a brand called Kwak.  To our surprise the alcool content is 8.4 %!!!!  (Steve says in the US the content is usually 4%)  It is a good honey wheat- type beer!!!!  We’ve likewise found that wine is far less expensive here.  Are you surprised???

Kwak beer

We’ve discovered the  bread and other wonderful pastries that are offered in the boulangerie et  pâtisseriePain au chocolat is a favorite of mine.  ( You know my sweet tooth.)  The history of bread in France is well-known (think Marie-Anoinette).  The weight  and price of bread is still regulated by the state in France in the twenty-first century.

‘Tis a long day, a day without bread.—French Proverb

* Please click on the pictures to enlarge them and see them better.

cochons: pigs

le fermier: farmer

la poissonnerie: fish shop

la boucherie: the butcher’s shop

la charcuterie: pork butcher’s shop

le fromagerie : cheese shop

et, bien sûr: and, of course

la boulangerie: the bakery

un café (noir ou au lait): a coffee (black or with milk)

vendeur de volailles: poultry vendor

alcool: take a guess?

saumon:salmon

le fromagerie:cheese shop

fromage de chèvre: goat cheese

Pain au chocolat: a pastry heavy with butter and chocolate (et trés délicieux)

Le dîner par Etienne- des harticots vertes, du riz et du saumon avec du pain

Halle Ste. Claire fountain




St-Pierre-de-Chartreuse

This past weekend was a real treat for us.  One of the contributing teachers to our CUEF French class invited us to visit her and her family at her home in St.-Pierre-de-Chartreuse.  It is not far from Grenoble, just 1 hour 12 min. by bus.  The weather forecast was for a bright, sunny day with cooler temps. We couldn’t wait to take her up on it. Blondine told us to take the 7000 bus from le Gare in Grenoble at 14:15.  We made our way down and bought our tickets. Traveling through 3 zones would be 4€ 30 ($5.35). The bus station  was fairly busy with all kinds of travelers – kids with huge backpacks, elderly folks with hiking sticks and backpacks and young families whom I guess were  traveling to spend their Sunday with family outside of Grenoble. The bus arrived 2 min. before the scheduled time, pulled into a slot and the passengers disembarked.  We were boarding 1 min. before scheduled departure time.  We would have pulled out EXACTLY on time but for a young guy who boarded and couldn’t locate  his ticket in his pack( you can’t buy it on board, it has to be purchased at the ticket window.) We’ve learned that train schedules are adhered to strictly in most European countries. We took off and at first went through a big industrial area.  In no time we left the highway and started making our way on a winding road.  The road became really narrow, and I thought we had a few close calls with oncoming cars.  In most of Europe, the bus has the right of way ( You don’t want to argue with the bus driver.).  The way became more rural, and we started passing farmhouses so close I could have reached out my hand from the bus and almost touched them.  Before long I saw a sign that said “3 tunnels”.   I’ve not found that signs are in abundance in much of the area we have been  in, but I couldn’t wait to see what that sign meant.  As we went along we came to the 1st one.  Luckily, the bus driver could see all the way through this tunnel that was so narrow that only he could pass through, and there were no other cars coming the other way.  The next one had a bit of a winding road beyond it and so neither side could see if there was anyone else ahead.  Just as we started through an Audi started from the other side.  He stopped and just sat there. He wasn’t moving.  The bus driver stopped and started motioning for him to back up.  The Audi was not happy, but he did back up about 10 feet, and we were able to pass.  He gave us a dirty look.  The next tunnel was uneventful.

Showdown at the Tunnel

We passed through many small villages and saw the usual: cows, horses and donkeys grazing by the roadside. Finally, we pulled into  St. Pierre, and there were people setting up for a festival. There were tents and vendors all over. For a look you can go to: http://www.en-chartreuse.info/?lang=en     Almost immediately Blondine met us and told us about what was going on in the town. She said that St. Pierre is a ski resort town and at  this time of year without the snow it is great for interesting, steep hikes.  We dropped our bags off at her house, and she took us to a trailhead so we could do some hiking and see the town from up above.

St. Pierre de Chartreuse hike signpost

As we hiked, we came to a spot where there had been a chapel built. As you can see from the picture it is small and decorated with lights. Not sure if they light it at special times or all the time.  We could see through the grated openings that inside there was a shrine to Mary with an altar and flowers.

Chapelle du Rosaire

We hiked for about an hour and a half and made our way to Blondine’s home. She had invited some friends from Ireland ,Jacqueline & Rob and their two boys, who live near Grenoble to meet us and her in-laws, Sandra and  David, were visiting from England for 2 weeks and were there as well.  Her husband, Paul, and her two boys, William (3) and Thomas(almost 2) welcomed us as well. We had a wonderful dinner and plenty of wine to take us through the evening. When it was time to go to bed, Blondine  showed us the guest room at the top of their beautiful “once hotel/restaurant turned into  house “, called La Panoramic.  The local church bells ring on the hour and half hour, but we didn’t hear anything until the bells tolled at  6 and it was time to get up and ready ourselves for the 45 min. trip back to Grenoble and to class that morning.

The trip back in her sporty Volvo (not available in the U.S.) was down the windy roads and hairpin turns.  I couldn’t believe she did this almost every day. She drove shifting and talking all the way.  I just hung on!  I can’t wait to go back when the snow falls. I’m sure it will be even more beautiful than it is in the summer.

Dinner at Blondine and Paul's

La Panoramic

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