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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:35:58 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:36:48 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:37:34 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:38:26 GMT -5
And then back into the countryside where the pattern continues to repeat itself. The pattern of village then countryside may be repetitious but it never gets tiring. This is what France is when you leave the cities and it is often beautiful. Pedaling on, the road entered a patch of forest and went uphill before clearing the forest and entering a vast expanse of agricultural land. Soon I arrived at the top of the hill and panoramic views of the countryside stretched out in front of me. And to the left of me. And behind me, where I could see Laon in the distance. And to the right of me. And then down the road in front of me to continue.
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:40:00 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:40:50 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:41:48 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:42:34 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:43:37 GMT -5
One thing I find interesting about ruins is that the various parts have been removed from the whole and sort of lend themselves to being studied as isolated elements, revealing details that might otherwise be overlooked. Well, maybe an old pillar doesn't make the most exciting object of individual study but being that I am a stone mason it made me think about how much effort must have gone into sculpting just this one pillar. If we put a modern team to work today to try to reproduce the same pillar I imagine if they were pitted against a mason gang from the 12th century they would probably get the job done no faster and no better, even with all the modern equipment at their disposal. The time frame within which many ancient churches, cathedrals and abbeys were constructed often leaves me wondering at what knowledge and skill has been lost to time. After spending some time admiring and reflecting on what was left of the abbey I decided to sit down and eat my picnic lunch. I had grabbed an assortment of delicious looking things from a take-away food place in Laon (since there is no food in the countryside) and I was looking forward to sampling my treats. Apparently so was everyone else who passed by me since they kept looking at me with curiosity, as though I was doing something unusual by eating in public, or perhaps they were hoping I might offer them some. I looked around to see if there was a no picnicking sign somewhere but other people were eating food so I assumed it wasn't forbidden. Why weren't people staring at them? Several passerby encouraged me with a hearty ''Bon Apetit'' and I smiled back politely. I still don't know why I became such an attraction at the abbey. Delicious lunch finished, I hopped back on the bike and continued my journey. Next on the agenda was a trip to the Chemin des Dames and an exploration of WWI history. The Chemin des Dames is the name given to a road running along a high ridge that has served as a conduit for conquering armies dating back to when Caesar first took advantage of its strategic importance in conquering the Gauls. Napoleon and then French, Allied and German troops in the first World War followed in his footsteps. It's hard to believe that a place of such natural beauty and offering panoramic views of the countryside has been the stage for such horrendous acts of brutality. There several WWI monuments and cemeteries scattered along the Chemin des Dames and found throughout the surrounding countryside. On a bike I could only see a few of them in one day. Here is a statue of Napoleon in commemoration of the Battle of Craonne in which the French fought the Russians and Prussians in 1814. Napoleon used a tower in a mill building as a look-out and the statue stands where the mill once stood. Here are some views from the statue. Here's a brief summary of the WWI history of the Chemin des Dames. Three important battles were fought here from 1914 to 1918 (The 1st, 2nd and 3rd Battles of the Aisne) with the Germans controlling the ridge until October of 1917 when it was captured after the second battle, only to be retaken after the third battle. During the start of the first battle the French had been creeping towards the ridge during the night in heavy fog. The bright morning sun burned off the fog leaving the French, who were in wide open fields with no cover, exposed to intense machine gunfire and mortars. A stalemate ensued with each side digging in and so began trench warfare. For the next 3+- years the Germans and French looked at each other from a distance of several meters. The best known battle is the second one. It was supposed to be a massive offensive by the French but delays and information leaks gave the Germans time to prepare and combined with poor decision making by the French the number of casualties was astounding. The French suffered 40,000 casualties on the first day of fighting and after the 12 day battle concluded they had amassed 120,000 casualities. The French did capture the ridge by the battles end but the German position only moved 7 kilometers. The third battle marked the German recapture of the ridge for a short time until the tides of war turned against them a short while later. No need to detail all the atrocities. I think you get it. Moving west along the ridge I came to the first WWI site, La Caverne du Dragon. The museum is housed in old stone quarries that were part of a farm at the start of the war. Beneath the ridge is a large system of old quarry tunnels some 20-40 meters underground, most of which were occupied by the Germans during the war. At times both the French and Germans were occupying portions of the quarry, using them as field hospitals and command centers. Adjacent to the museum is the Constellation de la Douleur, an artisitc work that commemorates the contribution of Senegalese soldiers to the French cause.
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:44:34 GMT -5
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 11:45:38 GMT -5
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Post by Jody on Nov 11, 2010 12:00:03 GMT -5
I remember Laon! I hope you bicycled down rather than up!!
Beautiful pictures!
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Post by Darcy on Nov 11, 2010 16:02:27 GMT -5
Thank you for sharing this bike ride with us and the beautiful photos!! Loved the silhouette of you against the field and also the Holy Cow! Edit: Just did a little research and learned that Laon has a funicular, nine bakeries, 54 restaurants and 27,000 people. I think I would enjoy strolling the streets of this town for at least a week. It's 125 km from both Paris and Lille and it's only 45 km from Reims. So, fmt, which train station do I use to get there from Paris?
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 11, 2010 17:40:57 GMT -5
Jody - If you want to go down you have to go up first. Actually, I went up and down twice. Darcy - It is indeed a wonderful little town and there are still streets and places to see that I haven't shown in my photos. Not all of the population is on the hill as it spreads out around the base of the hill as well but there are certainly enough services and amenities and train connections to nearby places to make it an interesting base for a week. I saw the funiculaire when I was there but since it was Sunday it wasn't operating. It is the world's only fully automated tramway. There are audio-guided tours of the medieval city and the cathedral and you can find out lots more about the city and the other regional attractions by visiting the tourist office website. Here is the link (it's French only). www.tourisme-paysdelaon.com/To get there you leave from Gare du Nord and the fastest train gets there in I think 1-1/2 hours+-.
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Post by Shoesy on Nov 13, 2010 0:01:30 GMT -5
Wow!!! Each and and every photo is a piece of art. I can't even begin to select my favorite/s, but I'm giving an "honorable mention" award to the one with the cow. The expression on that animal's face is priceless. ;D BTW, you could never bore me with your narrative, no matter how hard you tried.
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 15, 2010 10:36:17 GMT -5
Yes, the cow certainly has presence and it is a pretty good poser too. Thanks for reading another one of my bike reports Shoesy. You're a real trooper.
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Post by Katharine on Nov 18, 2010 20:11:39 GMT -5
Bravo! A wonderful narrative about an obviously lovely day in the French countryside. As always, you never bore me. The ruins of the abbey remind me of the place we had lunch on our bike trip. THe art deco church was not really my cup of tea, but I was very glad to have the history of it. I loved the cathedral at Laon, and the bit about the rhino and the hippo. You are full of it (good info, that is... ) I hope this finds you and Mrs. FMT well. How are things with your ventures? You have picqued my interest in France yet again. Grr....I may never make it anywhere else. Kisses. KH
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Post by frenchmystiquetour on Nov 19, 2010 7:13:44 GMT -5
Hi Katharaine, so nice to hear from you. I know what a church lover you are but I figured you were more of an ancient cathedral lover so I'm not surprised the art deco church was not your cup of tea. It's still difficult trying to get the business off the ground but we're being patient. My parents just paid us a visit and I have a friend visiting tomorrow so I am pleased to have visitors from home.
The only negative recently is that I severely fractured my jaw (split it in two halves at the chin) and I'll have a mouth full of wires and metal for the next 45 days, as well as some permanent metal plates attached to my jaw. But other than that I'm still the same old FMT.
How is the Italy planning going? I hope the school year and the students are treating you well and that things are going well in your life. If France calls you back we'll be happy to see you again. Send our regards to Maryann if you see her. All the best to you.
Bruce
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Post by mossie on Nov 19, 2010 9:16:39 GMT -5
Very sorry to hear of your broken jaw, hope it mends well.
Your village pics always intrigue me by the absence of population.
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