Tour of Christmas market and festive shop displays

Who would think it's Christmas Eve day here, what with sunny skies and 12 degree C temperatures in Annecy and surrounding area? I hope you are enjoying your day and preparing for a night with loved ones. My hubby is flying tonight, alas, but he'll be home tomorrow afternoon, so in honour of Christmas Eve, I thought I'd show you around the holiday market that's been in the old town since early December and runs until the first week of January.

The market has stalls whose vendors sell everything from gourmet goodies and handmade artisanal goods to cheap jewellery and local food. Don't let the quietness of the market today fool you. I snapped these around lunchtime, which in France is between 12-2p.m., sometimes even to 2:30, and every one was in the restaurants eating (the restos promptly close after 2, so getting a meal, let alone a snack, is next to impossible until dinner starts at 7 or 8).

This morning, after saying bye-bye to hubby, I went to the butcher to pick up the turkey we had ordered on Saturday. We're not huge meat-eaters (a sin in France), but it's custom for us both to have turkey for Christmas. The food shops were packed. As you may already know, the French take their food, and wine, very seriously. Shops are normally closed Sunday and Monday, but they were open yesterday and are open today not so much that people can run around and buy gifts - no, I'd say the main purpose is so people can buy the food they need for their holiday dinners, which traditionally are celebrated on Christmas Eve in France.

Yesterday while buying wine for our dinner tomorrow night, I said to the gent in the wine shop across the way, in French of course, that I wanted a red to go with the turkey (**dinde** in French), and also a white. When he asked what the white was to go with, I almost said in French, ``Nothing, it's to get pissed.`` But the French wouldn`t understand the concept of a person drinking wine around meal-time without food, so I caved and answered cheese, maybe the turkey too. Sometimes it is **plus facile** to pretend you have fully internalized the French ethic!

Back to the market. SPOILER ALERT: Hubby, if you are reading this, stop right now or one of your pressies will NOT be a surprise (hey, you keep telling me you prefer surprises)!! Yesterday I was thrilled to find, at the stall to the right in this pic, a women (the blond-haired one) from Quebec City in Canada selling ... Canadian beer!!! Yay! Perfect man pressie as hubby loved sampling Canuck beers when he visited. She's there until the 30th so hubby can stock up if he so chooses.

Apologies for the blur in the centre of this and several pics to follow. I took these the other day with hubby and, like an idiot, somehow managed to do what I do every time I use his camera: smudge a finger print right in the centre of the viewer!

I wanted to show you a few of the shops and restos/bars on our street as they are decked out so beautifully for the holidays. Lots of natural greenery and such. This is where we buy our jams.

One of our fave restos, literally a 5-second crawl from ours. Inside the decor is bohemian-chalet-chic, very cosy and welcoming, and the menu is good considering it's in the old town - not so very touristy that it`s utterly boring (fondue upon fondue in the old town is the norm - and can get tired quickly), yet not so wholly French that I can't eat the food (sorry, foie gras isn't my thing, nor are frog's legs).

A touristy shop but I just loved the greenery on the old arches. Parts of the old town were around in the 12th century, but these arches appeared in the 18th century, if memory serves.

Even the rubby-dub bar, where all the old gents go to get hosed (well, the drinks are cheap so we spent some time on the patio in the summer too) is all decked out.

This isn`t very Christmasy-looking, but I had to snap a pic of this wee patio as it looks so pretty and inviting.

Look - even the blue candle holder matches the cushions! The inside looks very cozy, and the menu good, so hubby and I will have to try it in the New Year.

I was going to make myself some squash soup tonight, but souvlaki is calling me, and this Greek place in the old town (for all I know, the only Greek place in Annecy) is open tonight. I used to live in Greek Town in Toronto, and boy do I miss the `hood, not to mention the food. With its blue awning, the place looks exactly like the restos I`m accustomed to in T.O.

I must dash out to buy some artisan-made chocolate for hubby`s stocking before the shops close (hopefully the crowds will have abated by now. My theory is the French are all at home just starting their cooking at this hour). But before I do here`s a peep at a vintage goodie, a gorg multi-hued velvet purse with neat structural shape, courtesy of Etsy, that I found in my box this morning. It`s under the tree and can be a pressie to me, from me. I don`t mind at all that it`s a little beat up and bought it knowing this. Perfection isn`t important to the Grunge Queen, but coolness, colour, texture and items that are just plain different are!

I may add a post-script photo or two when I return as Annecy at Christmas, at dusk, is pure magic. In the meantime, I hope you and yours have the loveliest of holiday seasons, whatever your tradition.

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Roman ruins in the rain and thrifted purple coat

I can't believe it, but I don't think I've ever shown you this purple chenille coat I thrifted in Canada years ago. I think it's handmade as there's no tag and a sumptuous hot pink lining. I love it, but I don't wear it often. I call it my Granny coat as the cut seems a wee old-fashioned. Even so, I like the details: the purple buttons, the shorter sleeves, and the slight gather at the shoulder where the sleeve starts. The handbag and gloves were also thrifted.

We went on a little field trip yesterday to the town of Vienne, about a two-hour drive west of here and a little south of Lyon. It is known for its Roman ruins, like this old theatre, which sits smack dab in the middle of the old town. Vienne is right on the Rhone river and I must admit, the gushing brown waters couldn't compare to the crystal clarity of the lake and river in Annecy.

Still, it was a fun excursion. It was a crappy rainy day, not suited to jaunting around outside too much, so we went to the Mussee Gallo Romain (the contemporary building you see here in the background) located across the Rhone from Vienne, which was built around the archeological site of Saint Romain en Gal, a Roman district that existed around the first century A.D. to around 50 A.D. The baths and lavatory are pictured here.

An old Roman road on the site. Note the raised sidewalk on the left! Hey, we know the Romans were pretty civilized. Apparently the sewage pipes ran under the sidewalks (and you can see a good many pipes in the actual museum). The higher sidewalks also meant people weren't splashed by all the muck on the street.

Over the river and a top a hill, you can see the old Roman lookout, presumably.

We did the tourist thing and rented the (English) recorded tour (but read a good many French placards inside the museum). Thursday was the day to go as admission was free, free free! (But normally only 4 Euros).

TIP: In the summer months, the museum powers that be haul out some of the mosaics, which are inside the museum during the cooler months, and place them back onto the floors of their original homes where they were discovered. Only the foundations and the beginnings of the walls of the structures are standing, but I'm sure seeing the mosaics in their original setting would be pretty-awe-inspiring.

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Label Love link up: Canadian labels

Thanks to Jo over at Joyatri for hosting a cool round up called Label Love, enabling us vintage hounds to share pics and info about our fave vintage labels. I think she'll have her Label Love party Wednesday, so check it out.

John Hort of Canada is one of my fave vintage labels, which is just perfect as collecting John Hort purses has been a passion of mine. I don't know a hellova lot about the label, only that, presumably, Hort was an actual person. From what I can tell, John Hort operated mainly in the 1960s and 70s in western Canada (Vancouver), producing handmade purses.

Source:  Wladyslaw, Wiki Creative Commons

I had no idea what the little drawing on the label was until I was recently trolling the Internet and found a discussion on a vintage forum. Hello! How could a gal who lived in Toronto for almost seven years not recognize the city's iconic City Hall, fronted by the public space, Nathan Phillips Square, both of which were erected in 1965?

Not sure why a designer who seems to have been based in the western part of the country put a space-age building in the centre of Canada on his label, especially since Ottawa, not Toronto, is the capital of Canada (though many people mistake it for Toronto, and indeed people in Toronto seem to have the attitude that TO is at the centre of things. I say this without malice as I lived there and also thought that - it's such a great city!). Considering that all my John Horts were found in the Big Smoke, the label is apt.

I have several John Hort handbags dug up in thrift and vintage shops in Canada, and I love them for their simple structural shapes and nifty yet understated hardware. As you can see, this cute cherry red clutch (which I gave away to a friend before I left Toronto, wah, I miss it!) is asymmetrical, not perfect. I paid $13 CAD for it in a Kensington Market Toronto vintage shop.

I hung onto this silver evening bag as I thought it would be indispensable - so much so, it seems, that I forgot it and the rest of my vintage handbag collection in Canada when I immigrated to the UK in early 2012. Don't worry: Mommy has them safe and ound, but alas, that fact means I have resorted to showing you old and rather blurry pics taken years ago. This baby was a mere $2.99 CAD and is in mint condition, found at Goodwill in Toronto.

This patent one was also $2.99 at Goodwill but was slightly beat up. I loved the shape and ribbed detail but gave it to a friend who bought some vintage pieces from me before I moved.

I also kept this one as I thought it was so unique, and I spotted it as a John Hort a mile away. It was way more expensive than what I normally pay, bought from a high-end vintage consignment shop in Toronto called Act Two. The chain is long and I love the orange and black combo. I am guessing it's more 70s than 60s.

John Hort apparently won a design award called the Judy Award sometime in the 60s/70s. Some labels have  "Attribution Judy Award" written on the label with a photo of the award, along with "Made in Canada/Fabrique au Canada." I can't find any other info about the company or when it ceased to exist, but I am always on the hunt for different John Hort purses on the Internet - since the likelihood of finding them overseas is pretty slim!

This label isn't as visually interesting, but the company it represents takes a wee slice out of Canadian history. The James Bay Coat and Blanket Corporation (the company's official name, if vintage product listings on the Internet are correct), seems to have been based in Quebec in the 70s and 80s, I'm guessing, and perhaps earlier. A reference to the company on a trade mark Internet site (the only official company reference I could find) indicates that several trademarks expired or were not renewed in the early 80s, so perhaps the company was starting to peter out then.

James Bay, just so you know, is a large bay on the southern end of the historic and very large body of water, Hudson's Bay, in Canada, and it borders the provinces of Quebec and Ontario. Several different Aboriginal communities live on the islands or the shores surrounding James Bay. The first fur-trading post of the Hudson's Bay Company, which would evolve into Canada's oldest department store (and still exists today ), was erected on James Bay in the 1680s.

Source: Google News

The only visual images I can find of James Bay products are not of blankets but rather coats - and very iconic Canadian coats. Most people who are selling them online call them "Eskimo" coats, Eskimo referring to the indigenous peoples inhabiting northern Canada - but the politically-correct term is now Inuit. I found this image, part of an ad, via Google News in the Dec, 18, 1984 edition of The Milwaukee Journal, so we know the coats were still being made then.

Source: Goolge News

As the ad says, the wool blanket coats were handcrafted by "Indian" women (the politically-correct term these days being Aboriginal), meaning indigenous peoples, though it's not clear what group or groups these women hailed from. The coat pictured above had fox-fur trim and sold for $357 CAD, regular price $449.

My fabulous wool coat by James Bay is more retro than Aboriginal, but I love it. I found it for only $10 CAD in one of my fave Toronto thrift shops - I was with my now-hubby at the time, who had flown over two years ago from the UK to see me. He brought me thrifting luck! I am not so sure that this one is handcrafted, like the others, but regardless it's staying in my closet!

This was a long post but I hope it was somewhat interesting! Thanks for popping in.
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Annecy Christmas & thrifted leather goodies teaser, plus then and now lake shots

Hubby's home after flying for a week, so this weekend we're in nesting mode. I have a slew of Christmasy photos I plan to take this week once he decompresses and we start venturing out, so for now this teaser will have to do. A river that runs out of Lac Annecy, which really looks like a canal, snakes through the old town where we live. Annecy is actually known as the Venice of France because of this lovely canal/river. In the summer, cafes along either side are brimming with noshing tourists, but now the bridges are all aglow with sparkly white lights. Isn't this a beautiful shot? Hubby takes the credit for this one.

IN THE FALL: Since the Christmasy pics are forthcoming, I thought I'd share a few then & now photos from a jaunt around the lake taken last month versus ones snapped a week or so ago. This concrete dock is part of a pay-only beach in the summer, but once the season closes they open the gates and let any one wander in. This is the view from the end of the dock looking back to land, with the casino on the right and a retro-looking resto straight ahead.

NOW: This one is from last week after the snow had arrived. As the sign says, there's a disco inside too. Mmm. I wonder if the French meaning of disco is the same as the English? It seems an unlikely place for a disco, but what do I know?

Looking out to the lake and the mountains beyond. I love how the concrete dock curves. You can just see a distant mountain with a gleaming patch of sunlight on its snowy peak.

THEN: Just a few weeks ago, the chairs and tables were still left out from the summer. I envisaged myself getting up every morning and strolling over with a cafe to read and bask in the sun. All the cafe patios are still open this time of year, and the French have no problems sitting outside drinking, and, of course, smoking (the latter is def the national pastime). That pole is part of a trampoline, I think.

NOW: Alas, this is one patio that has packed it in. Too bad I didn't discover it earlier in the Fall as it would have been a fave spot to hang out and dream.

THEN: Lovely potted Mums in old urns, in front of a commercial dock that, after it closes in the summer and the boat gets put to bed somewhere else, is a popular wedding photo spot.

NOW: The flowers are gone, and a mountain dressed in snow is the awe-inspiring backdrop.

THEN: That same mountain, taken from the concrete dock.

NOW: Walking home along the lakeside promenade with the sun setting against the mountain.

I don't have a then & now shot of this one but I just love this permanent carousel. Wonder if they allow grown-ups to take a spin? But then again, I get motion sickness, so it may not be pretty.

My "new" thrifted Italian-made leather boots with pull-on straps may pale in "wow" comparison to the lovely Annecy pics, but I was pretty jazzed as I've been looking for a boot with a bit of a heel, and after my recent Ugg purchase, I didn't want to pay full price (these were 18 Euro - yes, even thrifting in Annecy is relatively pricey). In fact my local thrift shop is becoming a leather handbag and boot haven - I have more from this haul to show you, once I can get organized and take some photos, along with some fab vintage Etsy purchases that I will show you once hubby takes some outfit snaps for me.

Since I haven't found an appropriate place where I can do an pre-timed outfit shot, we'll have to contend with the 'ole blurry-blogger-shot-in-the-mirror trick. I'm wearing the new booties with a cashmere sweater (bought new), a vintage Avon pendant that every vintage style blogger seems to have (which doesn't stop me from loving it), and a thrifted skirt I bought in Canada.

Have a great weekend! Are you ready for the holidays? xo

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Alpine Christmas prep

Hubby's been flying a lot but we've managed to pack in some good quality time when he is here. Last week, after (finally) getting my carte de sejours (French residency card), we celebrated with hubby - let's have this in writing, folks - offering, yes offering, to take me shopping for boots. The leather ones I bought in Annecy (new) were freezing my feet (it's a damp cold here). Hubby insisted I go the Ugg route.

I've resisted for a long time. I hate the Uggs I see every one wearing; they look like slippers to me, and besideswhich, I'm not a fan of looking like every one else. But I liked these lace-ups. Tres alpine chic and supremely comfy. I am now wearing them with everything from dresses to jeans. Still, buying new doesn't have the same thrill as buying thrift. I used to thrift practically every piece of apparel, boots included, in Toronto, and sadly, it's just a different ball game here.

Though there's been heaps of snow at higher altitudes, Annecy didn't get the white stuff until the weekend. Here's a view of one of my fave shortcuts home after shopping, behind a large church and alongside one of the canal's (really a river that runs out of the lake) little offshoots.

Even on a grey, snowy day, Annecy looks picture-postcard perfect.

Speaking of new, the coat I'm wearing was bought new a few years ago. The only thing that was thrifted here was this 1980s scarf. Not normal for me, but there you have it.

We took advantage of the festive weather and bought our Christmas tree at the market (25 Euros). Isn't it cute?

This is the final product, sitting on our dining room table all aglow.I love the two branches jutting out on either side at the top - it makes the tree look like a little alien being.

View by day, in our sweet French apartment.

I just have to show you a bit of the rest of the room, including the amazing ceilings. Our living room is huge and it's my fave room in our little apartment.

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