Please excuse the grammar in this post. I’m very tired this evening…
The National Front is the equivalent in France of the Tea Party in the US. It’s actually the Tea Party on steroids. A bunch of scared bigots playing to peoples’ fears and basic animal instincts.
Yesterday, every country in the union voted for their new representatives to the European Parliament. Because of high unemployment, a sluggish economy and out of control immigration flows coming from the Middle East and Africa, the National Front won the elections by a land slide. It’s history repeating itself I’m afraid…
This all makes me so very sad. And it’s not just in France. Did you see the other day on TV the group of young Iranians who were arrested and jailed because they had been caught dancing on Pharrell’s “Happy”? We all need to stop watching the news, really. We need to read more and cook more and eat more and do the hanky panky (a lot!). That’s what we need to do! I unplugged my TV over a year ago. All the news I get now, I get through the internet. At least this way I can control the flow of garbage coming my way… This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t be politically conscious and try to make things better where we are, but there is a limit to the amount of negative energy one should let oneself be exposed to on a daily basis.
When I feel overwhelmed by all the crap going on in the world, and you guys already know this, I go for a long walk in the countryside. One of my very favorite spots to walk is in the fields around a medieval castle near my house. There I can fill my lungs with clean air and my head with cleaner thoughts… It is such a lovely spot. Picture “Game of Thrones” without the dragons or the Lanisters. Heaven!
I always felt safe and at peace around castles and meadows. I probably told you this story before, but here I go again: when I was about 5 years old, I was driving down from Paris to Bordeaux with my dad one day. As we drove through the Loire Valley, I spotted a grand castle and declared:
“when I’m older, I will live in a castle”
My dad smiled and asked: “Do you know who lives in castles?”
“no” I replied
“Do you know what we did to the last king of France? We chopped his head off!”
“Never mind” I replied, “I will hang a sign on the gates. It will read: Leave me alone, I’m not the king!”
All this to tell you that I’ve always been fascinated by castles. Maybe I was a Louis the something in a previous life. But in this life I am Stephane the foodie. So I saw my castle, smelled my roses, got laughed at by a donkey, went home and had some duck pâté over warm baguette.
Everything is once again for the best in the best of all worlds as Pangloss would say.
We have got to do something about those Nazzi bastards popping up everywhere though…