Sunday, March 16, 2025

Peer Gynt at Radio France

March 15, 2025

Cold rain with sleet this morning in Dijon. On the train to Paris, one village had a dusting of snow on the roofs; there must have been an elevation change, but one was not apparent in the train ride. Upon arrival, lots of people were running through the Jardin des Plantes, between Gare de Lyon and the hotel.

Unlike the last time I was in Paris (a monday), the Musée D'Orsay was open today, so I walked there. I had remembered a couple of paintings from a visit in 2013, which were found after a visit to the museum café for café Vienoisse. Back towards the Rive Gauche, Dellacroix's residence has been converted into a small museum.

At Radio France, the Orchestra was performing Edvard Grieg's Peer Gynt, in "Les Clefs de l'orchestre (keys of the Orchestra) de Jean-François Zygel." I wasn't sure what this was. The host Jean-François Zygel talked about the piece in French. I caught about 25% of the words; the narrator was excited, gesticulating, and talking fast.

It became clear in short order (1). The presenter was explaining the structure of the piece, and the Orchestra would play snippets to illustrate the points (e.g., the theme moving among the instruments, instruments switching the harmony and melody, key changes, etc.). He would call out individual players by name (Jean-Baptiste on the marimba) to illustrate techniques. The Orchestra then played  the whole movement before he began talking again to introduce the next section Basically, it was program notes live. The host clawed at the air like a tiger, fluttered away like a bird, played some passages on the piano, and, in general, seemed to be having a grand time for himself explaining the music (as did the audience).

Grabbing a velib (bike share) after the concert (2), I cycled 4 miles up the Seine, past the Eiffel Tower, Quai D'Orsay, Louvre, and Notre Dame, all fully illuminated at night

(1) My misspent youth hanging about Symphony Hall in Boston probably helped me figure out what was happening. 

(2) For some reason, they insisted that the entire Auditorium exit via one doorway.

Gare de Lyon, Paris
Statue of Lamarck, "founder of evolution," and predecessor of Darwin (no scientist stands alone). Lamarck thought that adaptations developed during life would be passed on to descendents (called "inheritance of acquired characteristics"). For example, a giraffe stretching its neck would pass a longer neck onto their offspring. Neither LaMarck nor Darwin understood genetics (a), but Darwin's theory has aged better.

(a) The work of Gregor Mendel, studying his peas in Bohemia (in what would become genetics), was unknown to Darwin, although they two men were roughly contemporaries. 
Jardin des Plantes
Grand mosque of Paris 
Jesse's tree with Mohammed to the right,  Jesus to the left. 
Musée D'Orsay, betraying its origins as a railway station

A few paintings intrigued me:
Pierre Bonnard, Le Grand Jardin, 1895
Louis Pasteur by Edelfelt
Winslow Homer: Summer Night
Evening Prayer in the Sahara by Gustave Guillaumet, 1863
Fine detail from painting above 
L'homme at la barre (Man at the tiller)
Gare St. Lazare, Monet
Crossing the Seine
Not Lara's theme: I kissed a girl, and I liked it.
The Dellacroix museum
Radio France Auditorium; the Orchestra members practicing. The presenter stood near the piano to the right.
Downriver from the Eiffel Tower, 10:15 p.m.
Late winter ice off Newfoundland on the flight home

Friday, March 14, 2025

TGV to Dijon

March 24, 2025

With a ticket already in hand from Chambery to Dijon, a short ride to Chzmbery was necessary. At the Chambery station, a man was playing thepiano quite well, so I lingered. I recognized Lara's theme from Doctor Zhivago.

At a restaurant in the city center frequented by locals (1), the owner (Christine) and I agreed that I would speak in French, and she would respond in English. "That's the polite way," she said (2). If nothing else, speaking in our non-native tounges made us speak more slowly. The local ravioli with Dauphiné and Savoie cheeses and walnuts was delicious.

Back at the station, someone else was playing Lara's theme again, this time with more artistic flourishes. After switching  to the TGV (Train de Grand Vitesse, High Speed Train), the train arrived at Dijon with about an hour of daylight remaining. Along the way, the train passed (at 100+ mph) the cemetery in which Claude Nicéphore, the inventor of photography, is buried (3), attested to by a large sign visible from the speeding train.

A good stroll through Dijon voty center revealed a charming combination of old and new, with both French and German style influences. The former Palace of the Bourgogne Dukes, dominating the main square (Place de la Liberté), was illuminated at night.

(1) The placemats had advertisements for plumbers, the local optician, etc. Christine knew the orders of some people as soon as they walked in; she made quite a potent potable for Michelle.

(2) Louise Penny describes a similar phenomenon in her Inspector Gamache novels, set in Quebec (although they usually quickly switched to all English).

(3) I would have guessed DeGuerre of the eponymous Deguerreotype, but Nicéphore preceded him.

Parc floral des Thermes, Aix-les-Bains
At Chambery station
Painting a lamb on the butcher shop window
Local brasserie 
Connection to Lyon 
The Dijon Cathedral
Notre Dame church
Interesting mix of architectural styles in Dijon
The Duke of Bourgogne's Palace, Dijon
Yes, you can buy the local mustard at Dijon 






Aix-les-Bains "Riviera des Alpes"

March 13, 2025

Early ride to the Aktau airport today (1), with on time departures for both flights. Landing in Geneva, the plane ascended the length of Lake Geneva, which makes sense considering the mountains on both sides. 

While travelling, some days nothing goes right, other times, everything goes right. Today was the latter: no line at Swiss immigration (2), train departing straight away for Geneva Station, and a connection to the French train to Chambery (south of Geneva) in 7 minutes. The train rode along the length of Lac de Bourget, and I noted a flat lakeside road with a bike lane adjacent to the tracks. I hopped off at Aix-les-Bains, found a hotel, a pizza place (3), and a bike rental shop all within a short walk of the station.

The bike rental place (affiliated with the city's public transit) had just reopened after the lunch break. The clerk was a bit frazzled (the shop was being painted and the computer did not work), but she gave me a bike for a small cash payment, with a promise to return before 6:00.

There were a few hills getting to the lake on the (very heavy) rental bike. The lskeside road hugged and/or was constructed over the lake, next to the steep cliffs to the east. Turning around where the road the heads away from the lake (about 10 away miles from town),  someone driving by in a contractor's truck honked, smiled, and gave me a salute.

Back in town, I got a delicious pistachio brownie (the French put pistachios in everything). It was still early for dinner in this part of France (only 6:00), so I decided on a nap. No, the brownie was enough for dinner. I had had very little sleep with the early flights to and from Aktau the last two days; I slept until 7:00 next morning.

(1) Unexpectedly, the taxis in Aktau are easy; fixed price of KT 3,500 (about US$ 7) from anywhere in the compact city to the airport.

(2) The check-in clerk at Aktau airport was confused about my final destination of Geneva: "Where is your visa for Scotland?" I tried to convince her Geneva was in Switzerland, but she was skeptical. Eventually, I convinced her I did not need a visa, whether for Scotland or for Switzerland. I had a similar encounter at outbound immigration, where the official had to check with his colleague, who looked something up on her phone. Few people boarding here were going further than Istanbul, where I changed planes.

(3) The owners were from Calabria, Italy. In response to my query (in French) which is the best pizza, she recommended the calabra if I like spicy. The chef told me the spicy Calabria sausages ('Nudja and Spianata) were not available in France, but he had connections back home. The conversation was about 40% French, 40% English, and 20% Italian.

Why I got off at Aix-les-Bains. I had just flown from the "Caspian Riviera" anyways 

Descent into Geneva:
The Swiss Alps
View to the French side of Lac Lemain/ Lake Geneva 

Lac de Bourget from the train 
At Aix-les-Bains
On the streets of Aix-les-Bain
Bike route sign
Glimpse of the lake
Lakeside Vineyard 
On the Lakeside road, heading north
One of three grade crossings
"One train can hide another" (those sneaky trains). In other words, don't cross just because one train had passed, there could be another behind. In North America, a similar grade crossing would say "2 tracks" for the same reason
North along the lake
Turning around after about 10 miles
Southbound 
Cyclists: slippery tracks
Grapes vines in median
Back at Aix-les-Bains