Arbois, in the Jura Mountains on the eastern part of France
near Switzerland, is the birthplace of my mother's mother.
Visiting this village, walking down the streets, looking at
buildings, some of which had been constructed during the time
of the Romans, really helped give me a feel of who I
am and my relationship to the world. Seeing people who
looked familiar, relatives I had never met or known until
then, was exciting, exhilarating, and just plain fun!
Seeing the house my great-grandparents had lived in, the
river my great-grandmother had done some of her laundry in,
the cemetary (couldn't find the graves though), the
parochial school my mother and aunt attended, the church...
The grape harvest (Vendenge) festival in Arbois, called:
'La fete du biou' was a delight. They carry a huge bundle
of grapes through town to the church for a blessing. It is
a regular parade, with bands, marchers, etc. The grape is
the life force of Arbois--their cheeses and candies are
something to die for too!
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