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French Friday – Beyond Paris with Vicki Archer

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Beyond-ParisEvery day I am amazed at the accessibility that social media has facilitated with authors. Growing up I was an avid bookworm and I could have never imagined being able to correspond with the authors I love on a weekly basis. With social media, it is something that happens every day. I discovered Vicki Archer and her book French Essence on a trip to Paris while I was living in France. I ran across her beautiful book My French Life. I bought it and when I moved back to the U.S. it was one that came back with me and cherished.

I am not sure how I discovered Vicki’s blog, French Essence, but it likely had something to do with the release of her book by the same name but as I am an avid reader and a faithful fan< I am just glad I did.

When I decided to bring back both A Passion for Paris and Beyond Paris series, the first person I asked to write for Beyond Paris, and I am so pleased she accepted! Below is Vicki’s submission.


When Andi asked me why I felt so passionate about France I didn’t have to think too long or too hard about that question… I have been in love with France for as long as I can remember, as much for the small reasons as the large. In 2006 I published, MY FRENCH LIFE and I always thought of it as my very own love letter to France… my way of saying thank you to a country that I now call home… These are the reasons why I am passionate about France… and now nearly 13 years on… I still feel exactly the same…

 “What is it that is so alluring about France? Why do so many people attempt to grasp the life and in their way become just a little bit French? I have met artists and lawyers, Australians and Americans, traders and architects, South Africans and English who have each fallen under the spell and made a love of all things French their passion. My passion for French life endures. It started more than ten years ago and has held me captive ever since. When absent from France for any length of time I become conscious of the many varied elements I miss and how much I crave them. These elements are so fundamental to my life now that I think in some way they provide the answer to this fascination.

A Passion for Paris with Vicki Archer

I miss the largeness of the sky and the noise of the cicadas. I miss the dusty, dry heat of summer and the numbing cold of winter. I miss blowing cigarette curls of frost on a bitterly cold January morning and the blast of heat that shocks and envelops the body like a blanket in mid-August. I miss the smell of the freshly baked baguette and sitting down for lunch. Tearing the end off the still-warm breakfast loaf and munching it is a truly infectious French habit. Lunch is a daily togetherness; a companionable celebration of food and real eating pleasure.

A Passion for Paris with Vicki Archer

I miss the Provençal idea of time, the need for patience and local folklore. It becomes infectious, this slow, calculated order of decision-making. I miss wild thyme and rosemary perfuming the breeze and the sedation of heady lavender summers; the scents that seep in the upstairs windows at night are a recipe for sweet dreams. I miss the way the year is marked by the seasons – memories are triggered by what happened two winters ago, or by the eleven-day mistral last Easter. I miss the worn hues of the shutters and the faded advertisements that tattoo the older establishments. I miss the hilltop villages and their daily markets. The Roman ruins and their history are centuries of past life only moments away. I miss the beach clubs of the Mediterranean and the bouillabaisse of Marseille.

A Passion for Paris with Vicki Archer

Nowhere else will you find the shrug of the shoulder, the tilt of the head and the little puff of air that regularly escapes a Frenchman’s mouth, or the formality of good wishes that introduce every conversation. That sense of style that permeates everything from interiors to individuals and everywhere I look. The eccentricity of the films and the wackiness of the music that is so eclectic but also endearing. That extra bisou (kiss) hello in the south seems to say it all. Welcome to Provence: larger-than-life greetings, larger-than-life landscapes and larger-than-life characters.

I miss the architectural uniformity that is Paris; the broad avenues, the cobbled backstreets, the police sirens and the fanatic drivers are a familiar tableau. I miss Christmas decorations at the Place Vendôme, window-shopping around the Rue du Faubourg St-Honoré and the kilometres of fairy lights that wrap the Champs Élysées. The perfumeries and other speciality shops: the mustard shop, the violinmaker’s shop and the vintage shops are wonders in this day of homogenous marketing and designer dictation. I miss the soft crunch of gravel in the Jardin des Tuileries and the formation of sharp box hedges at the Hôtel des Invalides; the semicircle of female stone statues in the Jardin du Luxembourg and the show of tulips in the Palais Royal. I miss shadow lines that play on the Seine at dusk and the soft glow of old-style street lamps. I miss the language: the cadence and the delicate nuances of the vocabulary.

It is impossible to overlook the waiters and their nonchalance, the bistros, the brasseries, the cafes and the daily specials on the blackboard: coloured cane chairs greeting the street and the guarantee of a table for as long as you want; relaxed coffee-drinking and people-watching is an addictive spectator sport. The penguin suits, the frilly aprons and the one-handed balancing act are Paris.

I miss macaroons, tarte tatin and roast chicken with chips. I miss nougat, caramels and soft peach coloured rosé. I miss the long-belted trench coats and battered leather briefcases that so typify this cityscape. I miss the elegance of the Avenue Montaigne and the smartness of the Rue de Grenelle. I miss the age of the Marais quartier, the fluttering of the flags on the Colonne de Juillet at the Place de la Bastille and the liveliness of the tenth arrondissement. I miss the music in the Métro and the summer dancing in the streets. I miss the jumble and confusion of the flea markets, the small first-time exhibitions and the Centre Pompidou. I even miss the dogs.”

Merci Vicki!

You can keep up with Vicki on her blog French Essence.

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sara agel

Thursday 31st of January 2013

very beautiful pictures!! France is already on my wishlist , would LOVE to visit it some day !!

Crystal Wonitoy

Wednesday 28th of November 2012

I am definitely going to pick up that book, the descriptions are so vivid, it makes me almost feel like I were there. I would love to travel to France... someday, when my young ones are grown. Thank you for sharing your passion for such an amazing country!


Thursday 29th of November 2012

@Crystal, until such time, you can definitely live vicarious through Vicki in her book or her blog!

Vicki Howes

Wednesday 28th of November 2012

I've marked vicki's blog 'French Essense' as a keeper. I love seeing France thru others eyes.


Thursday 29th of November 2012

@Vicki, French Essence is such a great blog, I hope you enjoy it!


Tuesday 27th of November 2012

I would LOVE to visit France some day. Sigh......


Saturday 24th of November 2012

I'm so impressed by her photography. And I love her books.