31 Days in Europe: A Revisit to France

In the summer of 2010 we went to France. Before we went, I blogged about all the books I read to prepare me for being in France. Check back in my archives — I was scared of being treated like an ugly American. I was wrong and I loved every minute of our trip. I think it’s worth a revisit to last year’s post for this series!

View from the top of Basilique de Sacre Coeur

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31 Days in Europe: Canterbury Cathedral

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31 Days in Europe: Bodiam Castle

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Now considered a “picturesque ruin,” Bodiam Castle was built in 1385 and was designed both as a family home and as one of England’s defensive structures to protect what is now East Sussex from invasion by France.

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Bodiam’s exterior walls are almost all intact, while the interior remains give the visitor a vision of what life at Bodiam was like for its Medieval and Renaissance inhabitants.

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Bodiam’s original wooden portcullis — the spiked gate in the doorway — is an extremely rare example. It was attached with ropes, chains, and pulleys, and could be quickly lowered when the castle was threatened.

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Now owned and protected by the National Trust, Bodiam can be toured by visitors and is a popular field trip site for school children. Spiral stone staircases lead to battlements and open viewing platforms at the top. Bodiam is a child’s delight with its freedom from guards and fences.

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If you find yourself in southeastern England, don’t miss Bodiam Castle. Its long history and untold stories will weave a spell for you and you’ll remember its beauty long after you leave.

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31 Days in Europe: Rudyard Kipling’s Batemans

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A controversial British imperialist and patriot even in his own time, Rudyard Kipling nevertheless remains a respected author and poet. In 1907, at age 42, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, making him the first English-language writer to receive the prize, and he is still its youngest recipient. Kipling’s home in Burwash, East Sussex, is proof positive of his popularity and fame. Rudyard Kipling and his family moved to East Sussex, England, in 1897, and in 1902, purchased a 1634 manor house with extensive surrounding lands.

The view from the "backyard."

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It was here that Kipling lived during the height of his popularity and fame. As an American visitor who sadly really only knows Kipling through Disney’s version of The Jungle Book, I have been influenced by the charges of racism and condescension leveled at Kipling. I was surprised by the amount of fame and fortune that Kipling received during his time at Batemans.

We thoroughly enjoyed our visit to Batemans, and thankfully, like many English stately homes and castles, it has become a shrine to the memory of its last owner. After the death of Kipling’s wife in 1939, his house was given to the National Trust and is now a public museum dedicated to the author. Elsie, his only child who lived to maturity, died childless in 1976, and bequeathed her Kipling copyrights to the National Trust.

We visited Batemans with English friends, and upon our return home, received a copy of a movie about the Kiplings as a gift from our friends. My Boy Jack, a BBC movie about Kipling’s only son who was killed in WWI, starring Daniel Radcliffe in the middle of his Harry Potter run (he had bodyguards on the Jack set), is a poignant look at Kipling’s patriotism and his subsequent behavior when he experienced personally the consequences of war.

Several scenes from the movie were filmed at Batemans, and it was fun to see rooms we remembered and photographed when we toured the estate.

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One of the most touching scenes in the movie occurs in the Kipling bedroom, when he and his wife Carrie (Sex and the City‘s Kim Cattrall in a quietly moving performance) realize that they must regroup and move on. The guide in this room told us that the bed hangings and spread were meticulously copied and remade exactly like the original embroidered linens. This bed was very recognizable in the movie.

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If you are ever in East Sussex, do plan to visit Batemans. Our visit was kind of spur-of-the-moment, as we had pretty much run out of castles to visit at that point in our vacation. Easily overlooked and skipped in a frantic tour of the wonders of southeast England, Batemans is a very personal look at a literary legend, and I’m glad we got the opportunity to visit.

Kipling wrote a poem when his son went missing in France during the Battle of Loos, which has become a classic along with the rest of his work. Entitled “My Boy Jack” it asks the question that every parent fears.

Have you news of my boy Jack?’

Not this tide.
‘When d’you think that he’ll come back?’
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‘Has any one else had word of him?’
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

‘Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?’
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind–
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

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31 Days in Europe: We Begin

It’s an addiction to write posts for Got My Reservations. I sit down at my computer and two hours have passed by while I have written and researched a blog entry. So — I have no idea why I’m signing up for this blog carnival and committing to writing a blog post every day in October. “I really don’t have time for this,” she says with a dramatic sigh.

The idea seems intriguing, though. I’ve been searching for a way to share my vacation photos with you without boring you to death with my home movies, so I decided to armchair-travel with you to some of my favorite spots in England, France, and Austria.

After you are finished ogling my pictures of amazing bucket-list destinations, please go on over to The Inspired Room and visit the other 31 Day-ers. There is an amazing number of creative people participating in this challenge; you’re sure to meet a new friend among them.

See you tomorrow!

Spring!

Thank goodness! At least for a fleeting moment, we might actually be having spring in Chicago.

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Spring means sandals and pedicures; what a lovely thought after seven months of sensible shoes.

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I wore a more sturdy sandal to school, but tonight’s 80 degree weather inspired me to pull out my spangled flip-flops. When I went to put them on, they still had dust bunnies clinging to them. I tenderly disentangled the dust from the sequins, examining the worn soles. Worn out flip-flop soles don’t seem very romantic, but these soles were worn out by trodding the streets of Paris.

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I blogged about my trusty flip-flops here.

Next stop, London! Well, after Downers’ Grove tonight (and a few other places in between). And I need a pedicure.

Book Review: A Good Year

Tonight’s guilty pleasure is going to be to write about a wonderful book and and its not quite wonderful movie. I should be grading papers…

I have a love/hate relationship with Peter Mayle. I’ve read practically everything he has written and I regularly check out the delightful A Year in Provence video from the library, but sometimes I get tired of his similar plot lines. They are really “all about him” — or perhaps what he wishes he were.

After last year’s immersion in books about France, I’m pretty sure I don’t have what it takes to chuck it all and live in the French countryside, but I still love reading about those who do, and Mayle is a master at telling us about what it’s like to be a foreigner in the strange land that is France. That’s why I keep reading; maybe someday I’ll actually be brave enough (and fluent enough in French) to take the plunge into the Luberon.

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I remembered with a certain fondness the movie A Good Year, starring Russell Crowe. I hadn’t watched it for a while and I started thinking about the whole Netflix thing; maybe I could instantly get it without actually having to go to the library…

That didn’t work out and I still don’t have Netflix hooked up, but I did decide to read the book first. Somehow, I had never read it during my Peter Mayle fixation.  The protagonist, Max Skinner, inherits his uncle’s estate in Provence where he spent his childhood summers. While trying to decide whether or not to sell the property and return to his life as a stockbroker in London, he falls in love again with the lifestyle of southern France. Along the way, he learns that his vineyard has been hijacked by nefarious wine merchants. It was a grand little mystery with stereotyped English, French, and American characters and lots of wine thrown in. What’s not to like?

Then I watched the movie. Although it’s a delightful little piece of Provencal love-story fluff directed by Ridley Scott, the full-bodied mystery was lost and the host of quirky characters were diluted to a pale white zinfandel. Russell Crowe is lovely to look at, and young Freddie Highmore is adorable as the young Max Skinner. If you’re not a reader, by all means watch the movie; you’ll enjoy it, but the book is better.

Isn’t the book always better?

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