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But which cinnamon tea?

Odd how information collects itself. On the wonderful CEL-ery copyediting list, a discussion of milky drinks led me to mention cinnamon tea (well tissane would be the technical term, if you can make tissanes out of spices as well as herbs).

I drank it first at an Egyptian “peasant food” restaurant in Cairo and found it good, and have been making it as a late evening drink ever since. Not very difficult – cinnamon, hot water and a dash of milk. As I recall the Cairo version was sweetened, but I don’t usually feel it needs any sugar.

But then Dick of words/myth/ampers & virgule, who happens in a past life to have been a spice trader, asked me which cinnamon I meant. So it was I learnt that the cinnamon I was drinking in Egypt, Syria and now in the UK is “true” cinnamon, made from the bark of a tree native to Sri Lanka from the laurel family. But were I to go to the US, Germany or Indonesia, I might have a nasty shock, for in those places “cinnamon” is made from the bark of a tree of the acacia family, and rather stronger and more bitter.

You have been warned…

Should you want to know more about Egyptian food, this is a good summary of its main points and influences. (Thanks Joanne!)

And should you want to know more about cinnamon, Wikipedia has it (together with a suggestion that cassia in large quantities, as I have my cinnamon tea, might not be a good idea for health).

Travel

Unrealistic expectations

I’ve just been booking a planned holiday in Avignon (a week) and Paris (three days on the way home) in February – bound to end up with clashing with something else I’m supposed to be doing, but I’ll never get away if I don’t just do it.

Looking at budget hotel ratings from visitors (yes, I’m a cheapskate, but I won’t pay more than £30 a night for a hotel room if I can possibly avoid it), I can’t help asking what some people expect for their money. I booked a hotel just down from the Moulin Rouge for £28 a night for a single. Some of the commentators thought the rooms were dingy and not as clean as they might be. Well, for the price, what do they expect?!

Yes I’m probably going to freeze in the Luberon in February, but I should get to enjoy the history without being entirely buried under floods of fellow-tourists. That’s the theory, anyway.

Blogging/IT Miscellaneous Travel

Even emoticons have accents

The great thing, you’d think, about sign language, is that it is universal. A smiley face is a smiley face; you don’t need words.

But you’d be wrong. 🙂

I was corresponding by IM with a friend in Korea and thereby learnt that a smile in Korean web-writing is ^^, and a frown ^-^.

Which reminds me of one time in eastern Syria when I was trying to get a taxidriver to take me to the train station. Phrasebook Arabic didn’t work, so I had a brainwave and signalling with a pulling down motion with my arm, as you’d operate a train whistle, and said “choo choo”. Smiles all around; he understood perfectly!

Shortly afterwards, we arrived at the church – complete with bells. I caught the bus in the end.

Travel

Due to popular demand…

… well that’s what they always say: a couple more Brittany pictures.

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As I said before, Brittany does mist really well. This is over Étang de Kerloquet, near the main alignment of standing stones.
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History Travel

A walk around Brittany…

Yes, OK, these are my holiday photos, but you don’t have to look at them if you don’t want to, and there is quite a smattering of history in here …

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This walk around Brittany followed paths like this, and country lanes, on what the tourist office map describes as the Circuit de Crucano and the Circuit de Sainte-Barbe, just north-east of Plouharnel. (Not a very accurate map I should warn anyone following in my footsteps, although the paths themselves are very well marked.)

The paths appear to be if not ancient (although the way they link ancient sites is suggestive), certainly historic – in fact given the presence of fountains and chapels they are certainly medieval and early modern pilgrimage routes. They are often lined with dry-stone walls and the presence of ancient apple trees unattached to buildings suggests there was once much more settlement here than there is now. There are also lots of blackberries, and it seems the French aren’t much into picking blackberries as they walk, since you don’t even need to get seriously scratched to pick as much as you can eat.

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Just north of the Plouharnel Gare SCNF (no trouble crossing the rail line – it only runs July-August, in a very French way!) is the Menhir du Vieux Moulin. (“Standing stones of the old mill” – no longer in evidence). They reminded me of what the guide at the Alignements du Menec said (well she said and a friendly visiting Englishman helped me to understand – her French was tres rapide) about the menhirs at the start of each alignment tending to be placed very close together, forming almost or perhaps in fact a wall – maybe only certain people were allowed to progress beyond that.

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History Travel

What I have learnt in Brittany, Part 2

Part 1 is here.

… British parents seemed to be controlled by their children – you can see even quite small kids sizing up their parents and thinking “if I do this they’ll really lose it”, whereas the French adults seem in control.

6. Staying in a mobile home on a camping site isn’t at all bad. For one person lots of space, a fridge and basic cooking facilities for leisurely breakfasts, and this is a lovely spot – Camping de l’Ocean. I’ve got a “sea view” – well a glimpse of the bay between two houses provided no car is going along the road at the time, the shade a giant old fir tree that scents the air with resin, lots of birds (finches, sparrows, swallows, and some doves that appear to be under the misapprehension that this is spring), a chorus of crickets from the neighbouring field – not bad for a week for 250 euros. (Although sadly now the euro is so strong France isn’t nearly as cheap overall as it used to be.)

7. The sea temperature at this time of year is quite pleasant – cool but not bracing, at least unless you let your feet trail dow a meter or so. After that, it is cold!

* Why are there so many menhirs (standing stones)? Well no one really knows, but it seems to me that when you look at a map the primary formation – the alignments du Menec, Kermario and Kerlescan (avenues of standing stones up to 10 wide) – they clearly form a “wall”, at least a psychological wall, across the peninsula. If you wanted to say to the Mesolithic hunter-gatherers, who you’d pushed out as you started clearing the forests for agriculture “This is our bit”, then this was a pretty good way to do it.