L’eau de Vie

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The first step to living a French life, begins when you enter a French cafe.

Walk up to the counter, and order a drink, l'eau de vie (the water of life!)

Cafe (coffee,) The (tea,) Tisane (herb tea,) Vin (wine,) Ricard (Pastis,) Chocolat Chaud (hot chocolate,) Jus de Pamplemousse (Grapefruit juice,) Carafe d'eau (pitcher of water,) or whatever wets your lips and soothes your soul.

                           

Anytime of the day is the right time in the south of France. Ricard (anise flavored liquor,) is served, or a glass of rose. You can hear Edith sing, or Johnny rock, certainly you will enter the heart of France, if you are not in a rush…

                         

The other day, after the marche au puce (flea market,) I went to the cafe to have a tea. Many marchands (dealers) and the men were drinking champagne at 7h00 (seven a.m.) They asked me if I would like a glass. I laughed, I have to drive. They roared, "The day is young, what is the hurry? Stay awhile, walk around the market, have lunch…then go home." Ah, la belle vie!

Photos…I didn't stay but the patron (owner of the bar,) passed out roses to the few women gathered. Party today at Risa's.



Comments

54 responses to “L’eau de Vie”

  1. Sounds so fun, love the french attitude! Just love your french stories. xx

  2. Such zest for life!

  3. I find in most parts of Europe
    the people really embrace living and the enjoyment of it.
    A toast to thee and tea and what ever strikes your fancy at the cafe’s.
    Virtually I share one with you each day.
    Love you Sugar Plum.
    Jeanne

  4. Ah yes, whats the hurry? I like my breakfast champagne in the form of a Mimosa.

  5. At 7am the day is very young. The men gave good advice……don’t hurry. I live with that attitude most days. As I read this post I felt like I was there at the cafe with you.

  6. Smart bar owner. I think I’ll have the Ricard. Most enjoyable read!!

  7. Oh, this post is just so, so lovely, Corey. I especially love the photo with the lipstick-stained cup and the gorgeous yellow rose…..a beautiful composition. And your day at the flea market…..heavenly!!

  8. Okay…that’s it I am moving to France! WHAT am I doing here in the the conservative South? Somebody please tell me??/!!!

  9. I’ll take the chocolat chaud — somehow everything sounds better in French!

  10. To sit and sip Cafe au lait, listening to Edith, living in the moment…aaah heaven.
    I’m not usually a coffee drinker, but when in Europe..I can’t get enough of it. Perhaps it’s the company and the surroundings, not in a carboard cup and go, go, go…!

  11. Oh yes, the french cafe….the fleamarket….and the rose….my heart longs

  12. See you at Risa’s…are you wearing that lipstick? LOL.

  13. The dreamy French life. I canNOT wait to get there!!!!!!!!

  14. ahhhh…so nice to live vicariously through you!

  15. sounds like my kind of breakfast drink! ahhh yes, slow down…what’s the rush, have another* and another? Call a friend for a ride home:)xo

  16. I am a French-girl at heart living in Canada. My mum and I are looking forward to visiting Paris this summer after my graduation from university. In the meantime, I will live vicariously through your beautiful blog!

  17. I feel so lucky being able to visit Paris through your eyes! Great image of the coffe cup, lipstick and rose! Says it all

  18. I just loved reading this Corey. It reminded me of the friendly old merchant I met at the market in Laval years ago. He was adorable and so kind as I stumble through my hideous French.

  19. grapefruit juice is a bit winkish for me, but the next time i’m in france(!), i’m ordering a jus de pamplemousse, just because it sounds so beautiful! i love your teapot post, it made me chuckle!

  20. oh wow! there would have been no way i could have refused champagne, no matter what time of day. and then a beautiful rose too? i have got to get back to france…

  21. Wow it does sounds inviting! And wow champagne at 7am…I just might have had to be daring once in my life and done it!!

  22. Le patron vous a donne des roses! What a guy! I loved listening to the music, thank you, Corey.

  23. Champagne at 7 a.m.? A bit surprising, but what surprises me more is that you had been to the flea market already and were finished and seeking a cup of tea by 7 a.m.! You must be able to function on very little sleep. Left to my own devices, I’d still be snuggled into flannel sheets beneath the duvet.
    Hope you were rewarded with some real bargains for venturing out so early.

  24. Your words paint such a glorious picture.

  25. Glorious, just glorious…I am floating and dreaming…Champagne, roses, yes..I wish it was me…See you at Risa’s

  26. I am an early bird too.. and I might have been tempted to pour a little champagne in my orange juice at that french cafe !!

  27. Ahhhh, the good life! I have that CD, its wonderful! Love the lipstick on the cups – so ladylike… and yellow roses, only a true frenchman would offer!

  28. How wonderful! I am so glad to be a the party with you and wishing some day we could go to the cafe and sit and chat.

  29. lovely painting, pictures and the story that goes with it. I like France,actually.

  30. French cafe… your description gives me goosebumps and makes me weepy with old memories… France, yes, for sure… but Hungary, especially Budapest, too.

  31. Savor and enjoy! Such keys to happiness.
    Did you accept the sip of champagne?
    Thanks for the invite to Risa’s tea. What a perfect day it’s been.

  32. Beautiful pictures. I felt as though I was there.

  33. The first time a viennese offered me a mimosa (champagne with orange juice) I was quite surprised. What a classy excuse to get the bubbly out before lunch? Shortly after I arrived at my mother’s (native from Salzburg, Austria) birthday party and found everybody drinking the bubbly with elderberry flower sirup in the garden at eight in the morning. My mother stared at me incredulously when I asked her about this custom, she couldn’t believe I somehow had grown up around her house without realizing … 😉
    Thanks for the happy memories your blog brought back to me,
    Merisi

  34. Paris Parfait

    Lovely post. The local market vendors are always in the cafes drinking something other than coffee at 7 a.m.! I don’t know how they do it, unless they go to bed very early. But they always seem to be jovial and in a good mood!

  35. I love travelling with you on your daily adventures. How wonderfully cultured and relaxing to stop at a cafe, drink tea and be offered champagne at 7am! Come sit with me, and we’ll chat at Risa’s party. Glad you could make it 🙂

  36. Oh French life. Everyone’s always dawdling everywhere they go, that’s for sure!

  37. Oh, I just wish I could wander around the markets with you Corey and you know what, if I was there I would have made you drink that champagne!!

  38. sounds like a perfectly lovely way to spend a day. I will imagine meeting you at the cafe and you telling me about the marche au puce – the things we’re likely to see. We’ll have a lovely chat and off we’ll go to explore for treasures…all the while the best treasure being that we actually met.
    XOXO
    Love,
    Lisa

  39. I have so enjoyed your recent posts (though I know I haven’t been good about commenting… :p)!! This one is so fun though: the attitude of “kick back, relax and enjoy life” is so different from what one encounters here in the States–I can’t imagine that viewpoint as opposed to the “rushrushrush” mantra! 🙂 This is just what I needed right before I head back to a new school semester… 🙂 Thank you.

  40. This just sounds heavenly, I so enjoy reading your stories of France. I really love that painting too.

  41. Champagne in the morning always sounds good, unless I have a real life to live for the rest of the day. 🙂 How I’d love to slow down a little more, to leave behind the feeling of needing to hurry, hurry. I’ll think of this next time I have champagne.

  42. Champagne for breakfast? Why how very perfect in every way;-)

  43. …marche au puce, cafe, roses, Edith, champagne…sounds like a perfect morning, Corey!
    PS- I swear my French has improved since reading your blog. Merci!

  44. Champagne at 7am! I’m not even drinking coffee yet at that hour!
    Things are different in France I believe.

  45. We must all book a flight to France and live a day in the life of Corey!

  46. Did you leave that kiss on the cup you little devil?

  47. Yep – I keep telling my husband that the main reason I want to live in the South of England is to be near France. I could be wrong… but I really think I could love living in France. Except that I can’t speak French.

  48. I can’t wait to come see you someday, Corey. You can take me to a cafe to have some vin! lol!
    🙂

  49. Ah, maybe that’s why my blog-friend Refugee says I must go to France (he apprenticed to a baker there, and was kind enough to share his recipe for real bread.)
    Anyway, have a lovely weekend!

  50. OHHH MY!
    YOU HAVE JUST WRITTEN MY IDEA OF A MAGICAL DAY! JUST REPLACE THE BUBBLY WITH FRESH STRONG COFFEE =)
    MY BAGS ARE PACKED- IM ON MY WAY!!!!
    XOXO
    MB

  51. That’s the problem with life in the U.S…we don’t know how to LINGER.

  52. So happy you were able to come to the tea party.
    Everyone enjoyed so much all your stories and humour 🙂
    My tummy still hurts from laughing.
    Champagne at 7 am? Extraordinaire….

  53. Marie-Noëlle

    Making my new palette:
    rose
    rose pastel
    rose bonbon
    rose fuschia
    rose thé
    thé à la rose
    rosé
    rosé de Tavel
    rosé de Provence
    rouge
    rouge Bordeaux
    rouge magenta
    rouge coquelicot
    rouge baiser
    rouge à lèvres
    champagne

  54. Yes. I want to step into those photographs and make myself at home, please.
    see you, grache

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