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Julian is an art historian. It is impossible to do justice to the depth and breadth of knowledge that he brought to this insightful presentation of Modigliani's art and life amongst the artists, patrons, avant-garde and demi-monde of early 20c Paris. We recommend you visit Julian's website https://www.julianhalsby.com/.
Modigliani was born in Livorno, Italy in August 1884 and died of tubercular meningitis in January 1920 in a freezing cold flat in Paris. He lived a short, intense life, making striking modernist art but no money. He endured repeated bouts of TB, salving and masking his suffering with heavy use of drink and drugs. Sober, he was a handsome, charming man of style and manners, but his substance abuse enabled his brutal side and he was a serial abuser of the woman in his life, many of whom later killed themselves. Three important relationships were with Anna Akhmatova, Beatrice Hastings and Jean Hebuteme.
His life has been the subject of a number of films as well as books and his art is heavily collected, reaching prices equal to Matisse and even more than Picasso. His work is famously subject to repeated fraud - perhaps more current 'Modiglianis' are fake than are his own work. This has made it difficult to produce an agreed 'catalogue raisonne; though two more catalogues are due.
Modigliani was born into a bourgeoise Sephardic Jewish family. His mother's family were descended from a line of Talmudic scholars, highly educated and cultured, and his father's line were bankers and entrepreneurs. He remained proud of his Jewish and Italian roots and influences. The family were wealthy, but lost their money to metal price falls and business failure the year before Modigliani was born.
From childhood, Modigliani drew very well, his mother (who had founded a successful school with her sisters) taught him at home till age 10. She later assisted him to study for two years with a local master (Micheli). Modigliani concentrated on his art; he was frequently absent ill from school, first with pleurisy. He later contracted typhoid and in his delirium despaired that he would die without seeing the great Renaissance painters, and begged to visit Florence, which he did, and later studied in Rome and Venice, truncated by bouts of TB.
Julian used comparative photos to demonstrate the influence of Renaissance artists on Modigliani's painting - not copies, but absorption and transformation into the long-necked, masked-faced women, drafted with quick, elegant, fluent lines and masterly use of colour. In the same way Julian showed us the influence of Cezanne on Modigliani's use of colour, simplified forms and elimination of unnecessary background and busyness. As Waldemar Janusek once said 'he stopped each painting just before it was safe to do so'.
Julian thought that the great retrospective in 2017, at Tate Gallery London, fell short in two areas - in not demonstrating the Renaissance influence, and in not offering photos of the many artists and patrons he painted from life whilst living among them in Paris from 1901, first in Montmartre and later in Montparnasse. Such photos would have demonstrated a key element of his art - his capacity to capture a likeness and within that, to illuminate the sitter's character.
Picasso admired Modigliani's work, but Modigliani was a little jealous of Picasso's success and he was never a member of the 'bande Picasso'. He did make a very few now highly regarded sculptures, influenced first by Brancusi, and like Picasso, by African masks, but the cost of materials and the effect of the dust on his lungs sent him back to painting. He sketched in cafes, painted quickly, indoors, and was never really interested in the outdoor/ landscape philosophy of the Macchiaioli and Impressionists before him, nor the 'imprisonment' of the caged regularity of Cubism.
He sold some paintings during his life, at low prices, often around cafe terraces and later in Nice. But he remained impoverished - which he felt he needed to be - as well as louche and sexually profligate, to fertilize his art. He had been very influenced in his teens - and continued to be - by the writings of Nietzsche, D'Annunzio, Lautremont and Baudelaire.
He had two patrons in his early years, Paul Alexandre and then Paul Guillaume during WW1. His life became a bit more stable by 1916, when he acquired a main dealer and patron, Leopold Zborowski who paid for studio space, living expenses, materials and models. He got him his first and only solo exhibition, in Paris in 1917, which displayed the paintings of nude women for which he would posthumously become famous. Having nudes in the gallery window caused a scandal and the police shut the exhibition on the first day. It later reopened, without the offending window display, but perhaps some dynamism had been lost. He later spent some productive time in Nice with other artists and his young wife, where his daughter was born, one of four children from his relationships. They returned to Paris in 1919 when his wife was heavily pregnant. He died shortly after their return to Paris, and Jeanne, who suffered from depression, committed suicide the following day. Her parents, who had never approved of the marriage, buried her separately from him, but in 1930 they agreed that they could be interred together in Pere Lachaise cemetery. Collectors began to buy Modigliani's paintings shortly after his death, and he was soon posthumously very famous and highly collectable, to this day.
Harry is the founder and owner of Harry's Tandoor. They are based in Autignac, north of Beziers, where you can pick up orders. They do pop-ups and events and will be at Pezenas Gare du Nord on Sunday 19 April 12.00-13.00, and hope to be there once a month. You can find their menus @harrystandoor or phone +33608689648.
Harry came to talk about founding his business and the challenges of growing it, and his passion for cooking and eating nutritious and pleasurable meals. Many of us can confirm the quality of Harry's food, whether at events, or at Mark's recent curry night, or tasting the scrumptious cashew-filled bhajis that Harry brought with him.
Harry was in the music business, but twelve years ago he came to live near Nice to support his parents. He spoke movingly about his mother, who had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and his desire to share happy moments with her through a shared love of Indian food. They had fond memories of home-cooked South Asian food, made by Pakistani and Indian friends and neighbours in Essex. He remembered their approach to food and caring - that you know someone when you eat with them. He began, not knowing much about how to cook - but knowing how to eat! He emphasized that Indian food is not takeaway junk made from everything thrown into a pot - it is intentional and nutritious as well as very tasty. Particular herbs and spices are put into dishes because one enables the other to release its properties. He talked about the varieties of Indian food from different regions and dispelled the myth that all Indian food is always 'spicy'.
Harry makes sophisticated dishes whether the protein is meat and fish (and his comes from local French bouchers and poissoneries) or vegetarian or vegan. The herbs and spices are challenging to find in France and Harry gets his from a French grower, fresh and very high quality, and nothing like the dry and dusty jars on supermarket shelves. All his sauces are home-made.
When no longer needed at home, Harry decided to get into the restaurant business professionally. He confessed that when first looking for a job, his CV was mostly tosh, but you can't get a job without experience. As he put it, for four or five years he got shouted at a lot in kitchens, but as the shouting got less, his CV got more truthful. He learnt French and Indian cuisine and worked in Michelin starred restaurants, high-end hotels and superyachts. He travelled the world and having turned up his nose at a pineapple! curry in Sri Lanka, on eating it, it was the best thing he ate there. Today, Harry offers a more standard menu plus monthly adventurous tasting menus.
COVID times turned Harry's professional chef's life inside out. Many long-standing family businesses closed. So three years ago, Harry started again, planning on having a beautiful food truck with the best equipment - which he has, but he couldn't get a regular spot on the local markets. He spoke of the difficulties and frustrations and money lost as a Brit trying to set up a business in France, a complicated and rather closed system. But as 'H-table', he has developed his French cuisine as well as Indian, for domaine events and weddings and dinner parties. They have plans to sell their own spice mixes, with QR codes for recipes (yes please) and to further broaden their activities. He says his wife, who speaks five languages, is the brains of the business.
As we tucked into the bhajis, Harry answered lots of questions - if you've got a cold - ginger and garlic (he makes his own honey-fermented garlic paste); if people say they think their curry is better - he used to get upset, now he is pleased that they can make something they enjoy; how he chooses what to offer - it's what he likes to eat, you can't please everyone, but he knows it is good; and we got a dissertation on French and British ideas of what is a 'hot' vindaloo!
Harry thanked us for our patience and listening ear, and we thank him for his delicious food, and aim to taste more of it.
25 of us drove just over the Herault border to La Couvertoirade in Aveyron. We had lunch in restaurant La Tour Valette and Didier and Elfie gave us a guided tour of the Templar village.
The lunch was hearty rural food and very welcome. We had arrived 800 metres up on the Larzac plateau in a very cold (6c) tramontaine of 100 km an hour.
Before lunch Didier gave us a rich and detailed history of the Knights Templar and the Knights Hospitaller, who took over many of the French properties of the Templars after their dissolution by the Pope in 1312. This followed false accusations of licentious and blasphemous behaviour, engineered by Philip IV of France, who was heavily indebted to them and intended not to pay them. The Templars survived in Portugal and parts of Spain under different names (e.g. Order of Christ). Their incredible history has given rise to secret societies not connected to them and to legends concerning the whereabouts of their great wealth. It is said they are the origin of the ill-luck associated with Friday 13th, as that was the date on which Philip IV had 50 of them burnt at the stake.
The Templars were monk-soldiers, officially founded in 1118, after Jerusalem was retaken by Christian armies, to protect pilgrims wishing to visit the Holy Land. They were also the Crusaders' heavy cavalry who made the advance attacks and were noted, including by the great Ayyubid commander Saladin, for their bravery, honour and cruelty. At the same period another Order of monks, the Hospitallers, were founded in Jerusalem, building the hospital of St John of Jerusalem to care for sick and injured pilgrims and soldiers; their military role has ended, but their welfare mission continues uninterrupted to this day. Both Orders became very wealthy from legacies, dispensation from paying taxes and grants of land on which they grew crops and farmed sheep. Most of both Orders' members were not military knights but managed their businesses and the forts and castles they built throughout Europe and the Holy Lands. Only the first of the nine Crusades was a real military success, and the principalities and Kingdom on the other side of the Mediterranean were gradually lost. The Templars' primary role was over, but their innovative banking development of letters of credit (to avoid carrying money on the dangerous journeys across Europe and the Middle East) and guardianship of noble wealth deposited with them, became their downfall.
We took the village tour with Didier who explained that the remaining fortress was 15th century Templar, but the village walls and towers were built in the 14c by the Hospitallers. We visited the simple and beautiful small Romanesque church and cemetery, where Elfie had pointed out the modest gravestones, containing only insignia, and neither names nor dates. Some of us braved the very windy ramparts after watching the short film about water management on this calciferous plateau with plenty of rainfall but no rivers and lakes. Didier had explained about clean water catchment from the roofs into cisterns, and dirty water used for the sheep, which flowed into a pond in the village square until a typhoid outbreak in the 19c, when an impressive new pond was built outside the village walls. We ended our visit browsing around the small artisan shops in the medieval streets.
Some of us went on a half hour drive to Ste Eulalie-de-Cernon, to see a cutlery-making demonstration. This village has the south of France's most important Templar Commandery (admin unit), a Romanesque church, Renaissance chateau and impressive walls, and is prettily sited on the left bank of the river Cernon.
Both villages are amongst the Plus Beaux Villages de France and many of us said we would be back on a warmer day - Katherine and Denis went back a week later, for a family lunch on the same restaurant's garden terrace, in 23c. They went up the ramparts again, and this time nobody's hat blew off!
Many thanks to Didier and Elfie for their very committed guiding in challenging weather, and to Denise and all the Committee for organising such an interesting trip.
Geoffrey's Dad also called Geoffrey, was a prisoner of war (POW) from August 1940 to April 1945. His Dad wrote a contemporaneous journal, a precious keepsake for his son, our speaker, and a way for him to understand what his Dad had experienced, as like most former soldiers, he didn't really talk about the war.
On the 1st October 1939 there was a general call-up for men aged 20-21. Geoffrey signed up for the Royal Air Force, and was found fit for duty. But the Commanding Officer at the Chipping Norton training centre didn't like the look of one of his toes and sent him to the infirmary to have it chopped off! After recovery he joined an air surveillance group, developing films on the base. But by May 1940, the loss of aircrew in combat meant Geoffrey was sent to retrain as a gunner and radio operator. We heard several amusing stories of training mishaps, including the Commanding Officer (and his enormous walrus moustache) having to buy a number of accidentally shot pigs.
By July 1940 Geoffrey had passed his training and was attached to Squadron 142 on the Isle of Sheppey. He did 4 or 5 sorties as air surveillance before getting leave and asking his 16-year-old sweetheart Muriel to marry him (after the war). It was the last time he would see her for more than 4 years. On 31 August 1940, Geoffrey was sent on a bombing mission as gunner. The German army was massing in Northern France for an anticipated invasion. Since the Fairey Battle level bombers could only shoot forward and to the side, the Messerschmitt fighters tucked underneath them to deadly effect. His squadron were herded over the anti-aircraft batteries and half the starboard wing of Geoffrey's bomber was shot off. The pilot managed to ditch in the sea off Boulogne-sur-Mer. Geoffrey was the only survivor of his 3-man crew. He was saved by his position as gunner standing up in the open. He jumped into the water and was rescued by French fishermen who handed him over to the German authorities. With 30 other British airmen he was sent to a transit camp in Frankfurt for questioning then on to Stalag Luft 1 on the Baltic coast, then in 1942, to Stalag Luft 3.
His parents didn't know where Geoffrey was or even if he was still alive for more than 3 months, until they got his first letter home. At the outset, his camp had 1500 prisoners, mainly British and Colonial aircrew but including 200 from the USA. Escape was almost impossible. The camp was built on sand to make tunnelling very difficult and the double barbed wire fence had a space of 3 metres within, completely filled with barbed wire, and watchtowers every 30-40 metres. 10 metres in front of the fence was a tripwire and anyone passing that could be shot. Some prisoners' mental health weakened to the point of 'wire frenzy', suicidal rushes at the fence.
The film 'the Great Escape' was based on events at Stalag Luft 3. It took place in March 1944. There were 3 tunnels, Tom, Dick and Harry. 2 were discovered in the regular searches, but 76 people escaped through the third, 50 of those recaptured were shot - a war crime, since it was the duty of officers to escape, and only 3 made it home.
Despite a library and sports ground and opportunities for a minority to work with local farmers, everyday life was dull, frustrating and insecure. Aircrew didn't do forced labour and the badly treated Russian POWs did the hard labour and the dirty jobs, such as cleaning the camp latrines. Food was insufficient and boring, for example watery soup and doubtful black bread. Meat rations were at times withdrawn as collective punishment. 'Food fatigue' eating disorders were common as the war went on. Hygiene was poor and space was crowded. 10 men slept in bunks in each dormitory space of 7x4 metres. That increased to 25 men late in the war. Latrines were long benches with holes, and men were allowed one 3-minute shower per week. The only place to wash clothes was the bathroom sink. Health care was limited. The stench of sweat and cigarettes (from Red Cross parcels) were constants. Many men read a lot, as did Geoffrey. He was also a talented artist, and our speaker showed us a number of his really excellent sketches. Men also kept the war going by goon (German officer) - baiting and bribing guards with Red Cross goodies to get useful things including railway timetables and official stamps. They spoke in code to alert others when a search of the barracks was coming.
Red Cross parcels - containing letters, food and 50 cigarettes - 20 million parcels were sent during the war, were lifelines - usually! Our speaker read out parts of some very sad and also some rather fruity letters. For example - 'Dear Jack, I thought you were dead, so I got married. I hope you don't mind'. Another said - 'I have redecorated our bedroom with a nice colour on the ceiling. I understand I will be looking at the ceiling a long time when you return!'
YMCA support for social welfare enabled the men to get cards and board games and theatre equipment, including lights and wire (also used for tunnelling), sewing machines (30 men dressed as women for their shows!) and materials that could also be used to make false papers.
June 1944 was D-day, and they heard on the radio that the British and Russians were advancing - a great feeling of joy for the men, and a sense that the guards were getting nervous. By January 1945, the order was given to evacuate the camp. By this time, the camp had expanded to 10,500 men, and had many more American POWs. The men strapped on Red Cross sacks to use as rucksacks and formed a column 4-5km long, with guards marching alongside. They walked 500 km, eventually becoming a column of 50,000-60,000 POWs and seeing hundreds of thousands of Germans fleeing the Russian advance, and some airmen dead in a field, so near the end of the war. The men slept in ditches and fields, wet and cold, food was scarce, their shoes were worn through, their feet were very sore, some couldn't keep up, and only the thought of Muriel kept Geoffrey going. But he got home and he married Muriel.
Our speaker Geoffrey finished by saying 'My Dad thanks you very much for listening'. And we must thank his Dad for his service - and for keeping his journal, "lest we forget".
Nb The single engine Fairey Battle bombers were so poorly armed and so slow that on each sortie 50% of them went down. They were withdrawn from active service by 1941.
Philippa has spent much of her life in France and is retiring from birding Languedoc this year, but handing on to an excellent team. She was motivated to found Birding in Languedoc when she realised that despite excellent birdwatching opportunities in France, the birding offer was very underdeveloped yet is a big niche in tourism.
France has more than twice as many breeding birds as the UK, more than four times as many butterfly species and nearly four times as many reptile species.
The Mediterranean Basin is one of the world's 35 biodiversity hotspots. Occitanie is blessed with a wide variety of landscape including coastal dunes and cliffs, marsh, plains, vineyards, garrigue, gorges and mountain and is on the Western Migratory Flyway for birds migrating between northern and eastern Europe, North Africa and Africa south of the Sahara. The variety of landscape means there are species to be enjoyed all year, but spring and autumn migration sightings can be very dramatic - 2000 honey buzzards circling up in thermals! A tramontane (north westerly wind) concentrates birds in very narrow corridors, otherwise they can be spread over a 50 km airspace.
There are very good spots to see particular species, such as rock thrushes, all year round in Minerva (male has blue chest marking) and in winter, alpine birds such as wall creepers (little grey birds on grey rocks, until they open their wings) or Portiragne on the Grand Maire for greater flamingos, black winged stilts, terns and more, and Lespignan, where lesser kestrels (bit smaller, no dark moustache, yellow toenails instead of grey) have been reintroduced. But you may not have to go far. Until recently there was a magnificent eagle owl (1.8 metre wingspan) who used to perch in full view in a local carpark!
Philippa showed us many excellent photos and talked about how to distinguish different raptors in the air (eg Bonelli's eagle has darkish underwings, short-toed eagles' are largely white). She showed us photos of birds we could commonly see in our gardens and on roadsides, and at what time of year, including serins, zitting citicolas (formerly fan- tailed warblers), Sardinian warblers, black redstarts, rollers and bee-eaters (which sound like an old British telephone). Philippa played us some of their songs and calls, the former mainly heard in springtime.
Philippa ended by telling an enthusiastic audience how to get started, including putting water out in the garden, good binoculars, 10 by 32 is plenty good enough, Collins Field Guide, still the best, and what not to do (drones near nests!). The Merlin app is great for identifying birdsong, which is the best way to begin to identify birds. Participating in guided trips will whet your appetite. Birding Languedoc has trained guides who know where to go and can identify what birds are around by their sound, as soon as they step out of the car. For those who prefer wildflowers, there are trips for that too!
With St Patrick's Day coming up on the 17th March, Mickael welcomed us in Gaelic and then asked what we know of St.Patrick. Everyone immediately thinks of the parades. The first parade was in 1601 in St Augustine in Florida! Then in 1731 in Boston and 1762 in New York - all associated with high populations of Irish diaspora. Today, even the rivers go green for the day in Chicago! The first Irish parade was in Waterford in 1903.
Myths - St Patrick banished snakes from Ireland? There were none. He dressed in green? Up until the rise of Irish nationalism in the 18c Patrick was always depicted in pale blue. And his use of shamrock to explain the Trinity - there is no historical record of this. Most Irish people would report that Patrick was captured in Wales and taken to Ireland where he spent 6 years as a slave. In fact it is much more likely that he was captured by Irish pirates in Brittany.
We have two letters written by St Patrick in which he tells us something of his life. He was born in 385 to Romanised Celtic parents, - Father from Strathclyde and Mother from Gaul. Aged 16, he was captured into slavery by Irish pirates and lived as a shepherd somewhere in Ireland. He felt called by God to ministry, escaped, and joined family in Brittany who had left Britain with the withdrawal of some Roman troops. He spent years in France studying for the priesthood, first with the community of St Martin of Tours, then as a barefoot monk and finally with St.Germanus of Auxerre, before returning to Ireland as a missionary. Ireland was ruled by Chieftains and Druids were responsible for the oral history, poetry, law, and religious ceremonies. Patrick first successfully converting a clan chieftain in Antrim, in the north of Ireland, before travelling all around the northern half of the island. He Christianised existing festivals and druid practices - for example blessing sacred wells, and then using them for baptism. Patrick finally died in Antrim, and is buried in Downpatrick.
Michael told us stories of Patrick's miracles and amusing encounters - including being asked to suck the nipples of some brigands - a Celtic gesture of friendship (he refused). He concluded by offering us all a tot of Connemara whiskey and a copy of St Patrick's prayer - the Breastplate or "the Deer's Call" as it is known.
Helen, Gill and Sandra talked about the Tuesday Club. They focused on the origins, early years and purpose of the Club. Six current or past presidents were in attendance!
Helen talked about the first full year of the Club in 2009-10, when it had its articles of association, officers (unpaid) and purpose of not-for-profit space to enjoy each other's company and to make friends, not just for 'ex-pats', but for all and everyone. All three speakers emphasised how valuable the Tuesday Club was in ensuring that newcomers to the area could meet people regularly, and for those arriving without speaking French, how important that is in breaking social isolation. Right from the start, there was a wide range of weekly talks and trips. Members have a wealth of hobbies, interests, lived experience and contacts to contribute.
Gill talked about the origins of the Club in 2008, when Carol's English bookshop was a great place to bump into people, and Carol had many contacts in the arts. It was she who had the idea of the Club, which began upstairs in the Blah Blah cafe, developed a newsletter in English and French, and put on British bands on a Friday night. She helped develop and write articles for the English/French magazine which was issued monthly for about two years giving information on all the local events and she encouraged through the English community live music which became weekly events throughout a couple of summers.
The Club met later in Hotel Moliere, Cinema Moliere, Salle Bonnafous and Hotel St Germain. The Club was always looking for a bright, ground floor venue with parking, preferably free! Today, thanks to Pezenas Mairie, we have all of that in Salle Ginette Michel.
Sandra spoke about her experience in various officer roles in those years, and the logistics of organising events, transport. venues, lunches. Gill and Sandra separated out some of the officer roles, to reduce individuals' workload. Sandra spoke of the difficulties when the Club had to stop meeting during COVID, but how important it was that members continued to support each other. And how Jackie and Kevin relaunched the Club post- COVID, so that it is thriving today.
The speakers had fond memories of trips such as the little train in the Pyrenees, Abbey de Valmagne, table top fairs and summer parties and Christmas lunches. All the speakers mentioned that not every talk interests everyone, and occasional trips don't go to plan. But as Helen reminisced about the boat trip in awful weather, members' camaraderie made the best of it. She finished by saying God Bless the Tuesday Club and all who sail in her.
Wednesday 25 February 2026: Afshin Hosseiny: Towers of silence. Afshin spoke about the Parsee custom of sky burial in Mumbai. He thanked Robert for the source podcast by the International Women’s Foundation.
When the Arab-Islamic armies conquered Persia, many Persians (Parsees or Parsis) in 7-10th century migrated to India to protect their religious beliefs. Parsees originally settled in Gujarat, them some moved to Mumbai , where they were able to practice their Zoroastrian religious (centred on fire as the representation of the divine) . A legend said that the local Hindu king had showed them a pan full of milk, saying, suggesting that there was no room for Parsees, the Parsee leader addedsome sugar in the milk which didn't overflow, showing there was room for the Parsees. Today, the number of Parsees in Mumbai is in decline, to around 57,000. Parsees are a highly urban, educated community, with strong representation in businesses, law, education and the arts.
Afshin's talk focused on the Parsee custom of exposing their dead at the top of large towers, each 15 - 30m tall, to be consumed by vultures - in 30 minutes! The remaining clean bones are brushed into a central hollow in the tower. The custom arose from Parsee beliefs on of good and the impurity of evil, which are in constant battle. The souls of the departed had already gone to await the last judgement. Since cadavers are impure, they cannot be consumed by fire or buried in earth. The Parsees bought large area of land, called Doongerwadi , and built their sky towers in it. Special workers, who could not leave that land, live in Doongerwadi perform the rituals.
Over the years the population of vultures (40 million) in India has reduced by 99% due to the increased use of Diclofenac painkiller for animal husbandry and humans. In addition a complex mix of the rise of ethno-nationalism, the literal rise of high-rise apartment blocks overlooking the sky towers, and housing demand, put political pressure on the Parsee cemetery. The Parsees tried alternative methods to accelerate decomposition, including putting solar panels on the towers, but to limited effect, meaning the decomposing bodies remain for too long on the towers. For now, the Parsees of Mumbai have managed to hold on to their 2000-year-old custom, but smaller communities of Parsees elsewhere have had to abandon it. Helen noted that Freddie Mercury (Farrokh Bulsara) was a Parsee, from Zanzibar, whose funeral service in London was conducted by a Zoroastrian priest, but Freddie was cremated. Denis remarked that in the middle of the 20c the Catholic church had to accept cremation due to shortage of burial plots.
Our rather mature membership was very interested in the topic - as Afshin said - a dying tradition!
And welcome to Irini, new member who joined today.
There were lots of games to choose from. For example, there were people playing a complicated kind of dominoes; others playing 'up words' a bit like Scrabble except you can stack the words, eg changing luck to suck; Connect4, a bit like noughts and crosses; Magnetic, where going in low can attract or repel other people's counters and Slayjo card game, lowest score wins. Many apologies to the Jenga players; I interrupted their concentration to ask a question about rules and their tower bit the dust.
But first, Denis presented our cheque for 300 euros to Theo from Cancer Support Languedoc (csflanguedoc.com). They do very valuable work in Herault and Aveyron, supporting cancer patients and their close family:- everything from medical liaison to language and emotional support, wellness activities and driving people to appointments and events. Support is free for the users - and the charity are always looking for volunteers. Over the year, we collect the money from the donations you make for your weekly tea and coffee, and this is the main source of our contribution to Cancer Support, so, as Theo said, keep on drinking!
We watched a slideshow (many thanks to Afshin for organising the slides) of magnificent photographs Colette took during a 2 months' road trip to the UK last summer. Just Colette and her trusty van and Frenchwoman's can-do attitude, including driving the van in narrow, twisty roads to remote Highlands' hamlets. The van got a ding or two, but got her home safely.
It was an incredible journey, up through France then driving right round the UK, from the Cotswolds through York, Durham and Edinburgh, to Ullapool in the very north of Scotland and down the west coast from the Highlands and Isle of Skye to the Lake District, North Wales and London.
Colette encouraged us to ask questions and speak about the places we had visited - from Cotswolds pubs, to swimming! in freezing Loch Ness! to touring the magnificent Bodnant gardens, one of Colette's favourite memories. It was an enjoyable trip down memory lane for many of us and a stimulus for some of us to take a look at the maps and think about a trip of our own.
With a focus on English black and white cottages and Scottish baronial mansions, hills, heather, coasts and lowering, rainy skies (it was the UK summer after all), the UK looked curiously empty of people...except for a surprisingly large number of photos of rather attractive Scotsmen in kilts ...
In 1968, 22-year-old Trevor decided to see the world. He signed up for the merchant navy as a junior officer engineer. To see the Americas and the Caribbean, he worked for banana companies trading through the Panama Canal. Life on board was hard work with long watches, and often boring. It could be dangerous ashore (he was held up at gunpoint) or the rum too tempting for young men - he and 2 others found their ship had sailed without them, so had to fly and take the train to catch up. We learnt a lot about the technical challenges of getting ships through the Canal, illustrated with photos, and a video about growing and processing bananas.
Our western bananas are almost all Cavendish, from Chatsworth greenhouse 180 years ago. Banana growers are the bigger users of pesticides, more than 200, and very bad for workers' health, though safe for consumers and very healthy. They ripen in ethylene at the retail end of their journey and there is a big banana shed in Perpignan.
The presentation had lots of enjoyably groan-worthy jokes. Why did the banana go out with the prune? Because she couldn't get a date. How does a banana answer the phone? Yellow? Trevor finished his talk by showing us lots of yummy banana desserts - but in the words of the 1923 US hit-song - yes we had no bananas!
Christiane Bouissié of the Pézenas Twinning Association talked to us about the activities of one of our fellow Pézenas associations which is forging links between our town and Market Drayton in the UK
The Western Isles where it hardly ever goes below 7c or above 17c: fresh air, white sand beaches, excellent seafood, flowery fields, ancient history! The only part of Britain where the majority of the population speak Gaelic. Join Katherine for a 'tour' of the landscape, language, music, migration, tragedy, tweed, and brief stories of two women native to the islands whose actions resonate to the present day...
The Magical Kingdom at the Roof of the World. Tucked between Tibet and Bhutan, annexed by India in 1975, famous for its monasteries and mountains, its temples and its tea. Our globetrotting friend brings us photos and tales of this ancient and remote gem.
YPRES 1914 “Paris by Xmas!” exclaim the German papers. Ypres, Belgium, November 1914. French, British and Belgian troops have been desperately resisting the advance of the massive German Army. Now the Germans target the tattered remnants of the British Army for a break-through. A break-through that can win the War. The Kaiser himself travels to the battlefield to encourage the troops and watch their triumphal march into Ypres……
Little spoken of today, this battle was of great significance for World War One. George Calder, leader of many battlefield tours to Belgium and France, explains the story of the 1st Battle of Ypres.
Lee Summerall: In 1622, the fabled Spanish “treasure ship” sank in the Florida Straits. Part of the annual fleet of loot sent to Spain, the disaster nearly destabilized the Spanish Empire. Over 350 years later, treasure hunter Mel Fisher found it. But the State of Florida wanted it all
How does one come to know a place without local language? I began by observing slowly evolving, silent parts: buildings, small streets, cascading gardens. Walk with me through a day in the old town. Resist human contact-outside of a few haunting exchanges. Enjoy a (mostly) quiet view of old Pézenas.
We took a private tour of the 17th century château, visiting its frescoed chapel, gardens and vineyards and the wine making facilities. After the tour was an optional picnic - olives, cheeses, charcuterie, bread with tomatoes and garlic accompanied by six wines.
The unusual legacies of a caring French businesswoman, an influential English Lord, and Congo gorillas. Against all odds, Yvette Leroy restored to health orphaned baby gorillas till their release into their natural habitat. The feat wouldn’t have been possible without the help of John Aspinall, a charismatic and wealthy aristocrat.
Sarah Mortimer shared her fascinating experiences as a producer. Starting as a go-fer at BBC but quickly rising into production, Sarah’s creative life was enhanced by unique opportunities to film lives of both “ordinary” people and celebrities. And feed wild hyenas!
Under the nom de plume of Jocelyn de Labry. Jonathan will talk about his recently published satirical novel about reckless and corrupt behaviour in the financial world.
Count Patrick D’Arcy, born in his village, Kiltullagh, Co.Galway. He had a very interesting c.v. Including having a holiday in the Tower of London, becoming director of the Royal Academy of Science in Paris and being elevated to a general in the Kings army, eventually being created a count by Louis XVI.
Steve looked at how the introduction of real railways created an interest in the whole population of owning models of railways/railroads, how the business adjusted to social changes, and where we are now. At the end, we looked at a few famous modellers and what they've created.
Remembering the East Lancashire Loom Breakers of 1826: Catherine Boyle. In an age when we are seeking to understand the benefits and threats of AI for our lives and work, some are reflecting on whether there are historical parallels in the widespread uprisings of the 19th century as Britain became the world’s first industrialised nation. As we approach the 200th anniversary of these events, Catherine will tell the story of her 4 x great grandfather, Simeon Wright, convicted in 1826 as one of the East Lancashire ‘rioters’. This has been the start of a journey, leading Catherine to discover other aspects of her Lancashire heritage from poetry in desperate times to the uplifting and still thriving brass band tradition.
Denis Anthony: A short history of computers and connecting computers together.
Claude Alranq is the Founder of the “Théâtre de la Carriera” (1968) and an artisan of the renaissance of southern French and Occitan theatre. Alranq wrote, directed and performed some fifty works closely linked to local and international events, in the diverse Francophone settings, both in France (Pays d'oc, Bretagne, Catalogne, Pays Basque...) and elsewhere (Mali, Kanaky and Outremer...).
Denis Anthony/Katherine Duffy: The home of Lady Jane Grey - queen of nine days, and the only village to have moved a motorway (M1) which would have destroyed Bradgate Park - given for the quiet enjoyment of the people of Leicestershire by industialist Charles Bennion.
Elfie Majoie: Elfie gave us an insight into the mysteries which can be unravelled via DNA testing. She explained how the tests work and how testing can be used to trace close relatives. She shared with us the story of how, such a test unravelled a family secret which had been hidden for decades.
2026
Wednesday 28 January 2026: Denise: Would I lie to you (again)
Wednesday 21 January 2026: AGM
Wednesday 14 January 2026: First meeting of the year. Galettes des Rois.
2025
Wednesday December 10 2025: Christmas lunch at Chez Hansi.
Wednesday December 3 2025: Denis Anthony - Choirs. A short history of choirs, a description of how choirs work and some examples of choral music. Being December, expect some carols.
Wednesday November 26 2025: Desert Island disks.
Wednesday November 19 2025: Michael McGloin - St Bernadette of Lourdes
Wednesday November 12 2025: John Jackson - Cars
Wednesday November 5 2025: Coffee, chat and a mystery
Wednesday October 29 2025: Mark Wilson - Quiz.
Wednesday October 22 2025: The King and I.
Wednesday October 15 2025: Grau D'Agde Fish Auction visit .
Wednesday October 8 2025 Occitanie Elfie Majoie
Wednesday 24 September 2025: Noilly Prat private tour (in English)
Wednesday 17 September 2025: Christiane Feigs - Preventive veterinary medicine
Wednesday February 19 2025 Canal du Midi: Raymonde Fourcade: history ,construction, its impact and the canal today.
Wednesday 12 February 2025 The Bomb that didn't Explode: Robert Scarborough: A podcast on global population with discussion afterwards
Wednesday 5 February Would I lie to you? Mark Wilson: A game where we had to guess which of three statements given by a member was false
Wednesay 29 January 2025 The Commando Poet: An Irreverent Memoir Jackie Keefe
2024
Wednesday 16 October 2024 “The Strange World of French Furniture” Anne-Marie Domens
Wednesday 9 October 2024 “Call of Duty-Free” Robert Scarborough
Wednesday 2 October 2024 “Dr Dave does serious ! Vaccines, Why, how, the past the future?” David Leather
Wednesday, 18 September 2024 “The Balkans: Violence, Mystery and Romance.” Jonathan Bradley
Wednesday 19 June 2024 Lesley Lewis - Street
Wednesday, 22 May 2024: Languedoc Solidarité avec les Réfugiés Pete Cowan
Wednesday 15 May 2024 Visit to Chateau Lauren
Wednesday 8 May 2024 “The Cardinal, Cleopatra and the Pasha” (Butterflies) Jonathan Bradley
Wednesday 1 May 2024 The Old Flax Mill Sandra Jones
Wednesday 24 April 2024 Visit to Domaine de la Font des Ormes
Wednesday 17 April 2024 Favourite Bakes Afshin Hosseiny
Wednesday 20 March 2024 Nowruz Team Hosseiny
Wednesday 6 March 2024 Louis Paulhan Tony Swainsbury
Wednesday 28 February 2024 Amnesty International
Wednesday 21 Februay 2024 Frida Kahlo Tania
Wednesday 14 February 2024 Myths of Writing Life Lee Summerall
Wednesday 7 February 2024 A life in medical media Dave Leather
Wednesday 24 January 2024 St. Dominic Helen Clapham
Wednesday 17 January 2024 The Wall Denise Hosseiny
Wednesday 10 January: Galettes de Rois Afshin Hosseiny