A bit further than a stone’s throw…

The May 1968 events in France refers to the volatile, two-month period of civil unrest throughout France punctuated by demonstrations, major general strikes, and occupations of universities and factories. At its height, the events brought the economy of France almost to a halt. The protests reached such a point that political leaders feared civil war or revolution; the national government itself briefly ceased to function after President Charles de Gaulle secretly fled France for a few hours. The protests spurred an artistic movement, with songs, imaginative graffiti, posters, and slogans. (more below)

Half a century after student protests gripped the Left Bank of the French capital, a crowd was drawn to the Sonia Rykiel store to celebrate a new handbag, the Pavé, or cobblestone, meant as a playful nod to an era when angry protesters lobbed the stones at riot police.

Sonia Rykiel pavé bag May 2018

That period of rebellion also gave birth to the label, still famous decades later for its striped and colorful knitwear.

And dievca finally found something to buy honoring her age. It took a year :

Sonia Rykiel red pavé bag – ShopBop on sale

Continued.

The social unrest began with a series of student occupation protests against capitalism, consumerism, American imperialism, and traditional institutions, values, and order. It then spread to factories with strikes involving 11 million workers, more than 22% of the total population of France at the time, for two continuous weeks. The movement was characterized by its spontaneous and decentralized wildcat disposition; this created contrast and sometimes even conflict between itself and the establishment, trade unions and workers’ parties. It was the largest general strike ever attempted in France, and the first nationwide wildcat general strike.

“May 68” affected French society for decades afterward. It is considered to this day as a cultural, social and moral turning point in the history of the country. As Alain Geismar—one of the leaders of the time—later pointed out, the movement succeeded “as a social revolution, not as a political one”.

Thank you to Wikipedia, WWD, French Vogue


une pyramide merveilleuse

Friends, does he remember when we left Avranches? 
A beautiful setting sun shone in the branches; 
Our wheel, by the way, crumpled the green bushes; 
We all looked at the fields, the heavens, the seas…

” Le Mont Saint-Michel apparaît (…) comme une chose sublime, une pyramide merveilleuse.”
Victor Hugo, 1865

And the start of the 2016 Tour de France…

Photos: dievca France 08/2018

France is run on Food.

The French: they talk food, they seek food, they cherish food, they live food.

dievca knew that.
It became more clear throughout the week while driving all over Normandy. Many restaurants are/were closed for the August Holidays and finding food became a challenge. Dealing with a “foodie” increased the stress.  It meant that running to a supermarché became imperative.

After a really bad meal at a desperate Chinese restaurant stop,
dievca was all for having food on hand.

That said, dievca and her friend ran into some great food, too.  A Senegalese chicken and rice joint on the edge of the Seine River run by a very elegant and social Lady. A new Japanese Restaurant in the University section of Lille started by a young Chinese girl with her Mom helping.  A local restaurant recommended by the Lady of a chambre d’hotes off  the beaten path, yet, 10 minutes away from the Le Mont-Saint-Michel walk.

And dievca cannot forget the various pâtisserie and salon de thé.

This post was brought to mind when dievca’s friend went into full-blown conversation about the differences between food from Normandy vs. Brittany at the breakfast table for 30 minutes one morning. The stereotypes are there for a reason:
France = Food.

Photos: dievca 08/2018 France

Looking at the footage~

M.

I don’t want to be that person…you know…the one who is intolerant and cannot see outside of the box. The one who says something hateful without knowledge. The one who lumps people together.

So, I just weep for the lost ones and their families, spinning my wheels in my head how the problem could be solved.

And come up with…..nothing.

Do prayers work?

If not, I am useless.

So, I weep.

d.

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