Au Revoir, Paris

I think it’s fair to say that when most people visit Paris they head for the beautiful old monuments, like Sacré Coeur.  And in fact when we stopped in briefly, nuns in fluttery white habits were singing some kind of plainsong, and it was pure loveliness.

But the truth is that we were in Paris for the cows.  Sure, we’re flying out of here tomorrow, so that’s the principal reason for our visit.  But that aside, it’s the annual Salon d’Agriculture that really drew me.  I’ve been wanting to go to that for years, and the fact that it’s right now, right here, was way too good to pass up.

The Salon is the chance for French farmers to strut their stuff.  There’s serious judging, emphasis on saving ancient breeds, like this Salers beauty, and thousands and thousands of animals patiently ignoring the mad influx of strange humans into their lives.

I probably shouldn’t say this in a family blog, but the Salers have really cute butts, with their blond pompom tail tufts.  Actually, most of the breeds were really cute.

There were Blondes d’Aquitaine,

Bazadaises,

Aubracs,

Charolaises,

Pie Rouge des Plaines,

Normandes,

Vosgiennes, and dozens of other breeds.  I could go on and on, my photo file’s overflowing with French cowdom, but I really do think there’s a limit to what I can ask of you.

Although I’m pretty sure you’ll love this big boy.  We had the chance to watch the judging of the Parthenaise bulls, and I was inordinately proud of myself for having picked the winner out of the field of five mega-bulls, each one weighing in at right about a ton.  This is a meat animal, and they were being judged for their qualitiés boucher, which is all about the meat, and not about their beautiful curly ruffs or their buffalo-like heads, but still.  I guess I know bull when I see it.

A big emphasis of the Salon is on the future farmers of France, and this stand was designed to encourage young people to go into farming.

French farming is in something of a crisis, just as American farming was some years ago, as more and more small farms are lost to big agribusiness.  But whereas it’s probably too late to save the small American family farm, France is still very much an agricultural nation, and there’s a huge push to save today’s farmers and make it possible for young people to stay on the farm.

Every evening of the Salon you can visit the milking parlor, and there’s a milk bar to buy fresh milk, which was always swamped with thirsty visitors.

If you missed the real thing you could see milking demonstrated on a plastic cow,

and there were also goat milking demonstrations, although the only time you could get anywhere near the stand was between the actual shows. Have I mentioned that this Salon is evidently one of the most popular events in Paris? There were at least 100,000 people there yesterday, which made for an exhausting crowd.  And it lasts for 10 days, although I don’t know if it’s always as as busy as it was during our visit.  And we didn’t even begin to see everything, for in addition to cows there were

sheep,

including some with newborn lambs,

pigs with baby piglets, and also goats, draft horses, dogs, cats, fish, and birds, that we didn’t have time to see.

The spirit of internationalism was alive and well, and there were stands with food and agricultural information from many countries, including Japan,

Russia,

and Tatarstan, where as soon as I asked if I could take his picture this guy ran and got his drum and struck a dramatic pose for me.

There was a planted stand showing how barley and hops make beer,

and a workshop showing kids how to pot plants.  And…and…and…I give up, you’ll just have to go next year and see for yourself.

It’s a prize-winning event, and I could have happily spent another day there. But you know what?  We have to pack.  Again.  We’ve spread out all over this Paris apartment like we meant to stay here forever.  But no. Jour J, which is the French equivalent of d-day, is tomorrow.  The day we leave France, which now feels like home to us, and head back to the Pacific Northwest, a strange new world.

I’m on my way, and I’m bringing a cow.  That should make the transition easier, don’t you think?

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17 Comments on “Au Revoir, Paris”

  1. Rocky Says:

    We’re waiting for ya’ll!

  2. Ujwala Samant Says:

    Oh how lovely!
    We would go every year and indulge in foie gras sandwiches, taste wine we couldn’t initially afford (grad students rarely can!) see wonderful cows. Once when Nevenn was little, one was giving birth and boy to a 4 year old, that was fascinating!

    Have a safe flight back… a cow in your checked baggage?
    😉
    uju

  3. Nina Says:

    Bon voyage, Abra, and bon chance a tous.

  4. zuleme Says:

    so where the heck is Tartarstan? oh, I get it, that’s where steak tartar is from!

  5. Corine Says:

    The newborn lambs are too sweet. I enjoy your pics of the different animals, especially the ones with the cute butts 😉 Have a safe journey and all the best!

  6. heidih Says:

    I am hearing and feeling the same spirit of adventure and love of the cool stuff you have always conveyed. It makes me feel better because I think it means you are taking joy even in this most difficult time. Safe journey.

  7. Margaret Says:

    I know that you can continue French Letters in the USA. You will always find interesting things to tell us about and wonderful pictures to underscore the words. I look forward to the Bainbridge Island version. XXX

  8. geri Says:

    thank you Abra…delightful to hear of France’s direction for future farmers..and to see little ones learning to pot plants….very hopeful!

  9. Melissa Says:

    Reminds me very much of a visit to the NY State Fair.

  10. zuleme Says:

    Woke up thinking of you catching your flight today. And thinking of the felines on their flight. I hope all goes well for you and the felines.

  11. Tamara Says:

    Love that cow bag!!

  12. Abra Bennett Says:

    We’re here, safe and at least partially sound, on Bainbridge Island. Kitties to follow early next week, and the 21 boxes later in the the week. It’s extremely weird to be back!

  13. Sue Geisler Says:

    If you must leave France, you couldn’t have a better destination – welcome “home”. Be sure to let us know what the kitties have to say about overseas travel.


  14. My husband was at the salon d’agriculture for Goutez l”ardeche. I’ve never gone with him, a trip to Paris requires a babysitter. My husband’s told me they’d love the animals and I see there are activities for kids. Seeing your pictures makes me wish I had gone. I’ll just bring the kids along.

  15. Abra Bennett Says:

    There were zillions of kids there, all having a blast. If your kids are old enough that you won’t have to be worrying about them getting lost in the crowds all the time, go! It’s really fun.

  16. Lori in PA Says:

    My family raised Charolais. I know I am partial to them, but I think them rather beautiful.

  17. BorBoogs-online Says:

    Aprendi mucho


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