I was personally introduced to the area in the 70’s, when, as a young
teacher I did not have my say – I just had to settle there and put up with its
rural aspect, so remote from the glitzy Côte d’Azur I had lived on all my life.
To be honest, it took me a while to adjust, and as I was thinking I
would never be able to do so, I was (fortunately?) “removed” by the Education Nationale and appointed to a
job… in Nice.
Since then, I have returned with pleasure to an area that has much to
offer: cheeses, volcanoes (extinct!) and, believe it or not, blades. Not blades
of grass however, blades as in knives.
The small town I lived in at the time is the “French Sheffield”, or a
smaller equivalent of the German
Solingen, namely it is the capital of knives.
Its name is THIERS.
One thing I learned there was to respect knives, and anything that has
to do with them and their makers.
The city was a small one – still is. Competition was hard, and many of
the small manufacturers had to close shop, as copies of their production were
made cheaply in other parts of the world, if you see what I mean. The classics
lost their attractiveness…
But recently a few creative minds there got together and came up with an
answer to the crisis by creating and manufacturing a new type of knife, that they
adequately named “Le Thiers”. It is
designed according to very strict regulations by a “guild” of manufacturers. Just
take a look at its shape, isn’t beautiful?
When I last visited the place recently I went directly to my favorite
knife store, owned and run by the Chambriard family: all the kitchen knives I own come
from there.
I bought the first ones back in the 70’s, and being of amazing
quality, they are still sharp and efficient. Mind you, no drawer-treatment for
them, I stick them onto a magnetic rack that respects their precious blades.
Respect. Here is the key word. The reason I go to that store is that I
thoroughly enjoy listening to the members of the Chambriard family talk about
their knives. They express such enthusiasm, know-how and respect for their
trade that one has to fall under the spell. Few people I know still show such
love for what they make and sell.
Take another look here, at
the shop’s website, the videos are in English, and so is the brochure.
(I know... hard to read!)
So, you watch, you weigh, you compare the objects. The handles can be made of wood, of cast iron, of ebony, bone or horn. The blades can be carbon steel or stainless steel. How can you make up your mind? Just watch these and you’ll understand the difficulty of the task!
Eventually you will choose one of them and its blade will be perfect to
peel tomatoes, the best ones in the world: my friend Gabriel’s:
If you were around, we would toast together both the people and their
crafts, for the wine there is good too, around Saint Pourçain!
So… next time you visit France, please skip Paris. Hop on a train and
visit AUVERGNE!
Hi Cathie,
RépondreSupprimerI loved Auvergne! I did not know about the knives, however. Wish I did. My friend who lives in Paris, Nicole, has a very tiny house in Auzon. I did some bike riding out of that area where I enjoyed the back country, quiet roads, and we hiked to the top of one of the better known volcanoes (can't remember the name). I agree, it's a beautiful area and I would love to go back sometime.
Salut Catherine!
RépondreSupprimerAnother very interesting and original article you have written here - and in both French and English. I have visited the Auvergne a number of times while on the way further south.
Many English-speaking people will know of the Auvergne and its pre-historic volcanoes because of the advertising by 'Volvic', the 'volcanic' bottled water. Did our pre-historic ancestors really outwit Tyrannosaurus Rex by swigging a bottle of this explosive drink?
At Clermont-Ferrand they have a hypermarket named after the pre-historic mammoth - using the French spelling and pronunciation. Well .... OK, you can find the same chain of hypermarkets all over France. But surely the Auvergne is the natural home of the woolly mammoth?
Another thing the Auvergne brings to mind is the image of the former President, M. Valéry Giscard d'Estaing, "Monsieur L'Auverge". I remember him being filmed on the ski slopes of the Auvergne and then being interviewed wearing one of his trademark sweaters beside a warming log fire.
M. Giscard d'Estaing must have been taking his daily allocation of the miraculous waters of the Auvergne. He seems to have been around in public life forever, or at least since the days of Tyrannosaurus Rex!
However, the two main things that come to my mind about the Auvergne are as follows:
1. The 'Viaduc de Garabit' railway arch bridge in the Cantal department, designed by an architect with the name Gustave Eiffel. I think the architect went on to design something at Paris - just what was the thing he designed in Paris?
2. The Georges Brassens song "Chanson pour l'Auvergnat", even though it was written before I was born. In my opinion this is surely one of the most profound songs of all time - in any language.
The Auvergne is a beautiful region and the people are warm and friendly. After your article, Catherine, I know they have fine craftsmen as well.
Thank you Joseph for this most interesting comment!
RépondreSupprimerThe song you like is, of course, part of the French version of this blog post. Check it out! I did not think it would make much sense to those who are not familiar with the language, but you are a special one, being so knowledgeable about all aspects of my country.
Oh, just one thing: I don't believe the "Mammouth" chain stores are still around - replaced by Carrefour, far less pre-historic! There are however farms breeding the animals there, besides the cows which give fabulous milk for those cheeses.
Tough luck for the poor mammoth. Now it is extinct even in the Auvergne ! It is ingrained in my memory since the late 1980s. Such is life !
RépondreSupprimerEn français:
Tant pis pour le mammouth - il est maintenant disparu, même en Auvergne! Il est ancré dans ma mémoire depuis les années quatre-vingt. C'est la vie !