Dinners might include foie
gras (duck or goose liver), escargots
(snails), saumon (salmon), rôti
de boeuf (roast beef) or oie (goose),
frommage (cheese), and bûches
de Noël. And in many homes, des huitres (oysters) are king.
Oysters are ubiquitous in the markets.
Arranged on flats in plywood boxes, they occupy the large spaces between
the aisles near the fish section; and it’s been the odd day in December when we
go through the supermarket line without a box in someone’s arms near us.
To get into the
Christmas spirit, we drove down to the port of Frejus and along the sea toward
St. Raphael. The roads were much more
crowded than expected considering it was close to six on Christmas Eve. There were lots of last-minute Christmas
shoppers and gawkers, but we were not deterred.
Au contraire, we
were enchanted with lights—twinkling and still, white and brilliant colors, in
recognizable shapes and graceful sparkling fountains. The boat in the roundabout was emblematic of
Frejus’ history as an ancient Roman port. Still
a welcoming harbor, there were plenty of boats in the calm sea.
We meandered through the Christmas market that was still busy with people drinking mulled wine and buying santons (little saints)--hand-crafted Provençal figurines. Children delighted in the decorated trees and lighted reindeer. We walked back to
our car as the crowds began to thin, and on the drive back found that the roads
were nearly empty, which warmed my heart imagining all those frenetic shoppers finally in
their homes surrounded by family enjoying leur Réveillon. Notre Réveillon (our feast) was enjoyed in the hotel room to include wine, bread, cheese, fruit and
chocolate. As we do every Christmas Eve at home while wrapping gifts, we watched Christmas mass from the Vatican--this time on Italian t.v.
My three children are over 6,000 miles away, making this the
first Christmas that I’ve not been with at least two of them. It’s an odd and lonely feeling as we near the
end of our three months in France; but our Christmas Eve in the streets of Frejus and St. Raphael and
our own “feast” has made me feel quite festive.
I hold you all in my heart and wish you a happy Christmas.
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