Art de vivre
Translation: Our version of the Essex girl …
The 'Cagole' is the female equivalent of the tuned, mass-produced vehicle
The Cagole kit
A touch of culture to begin. The word cagole has two origins (I don't know which is the right one but both could be):
- It may come from the Provencal word 'cagar' which literally means to defecate, so the 'Cagole' would be a pain in the ass….
- It may also come from the Provencal word 'cagoulo', the apron of the women who worked in the date-packing factories in the early 20th century.
Whatever the truth may be, the 'Cagole' is all about being 'too much': too much make-up, too much bling, too much voice, too much perfume, too much chest hanging out, too much jewellery, too much improbable clothing, too much drama, too much gesticulating – in short, too much of everything… The 'Cagole' speaks loudly, she is vulgar, you can see her coming a mile off, she is provocative and she manages to turn an expensive, classy object into a pig's ear (e.g. the Vuitton bag, Dior glasses, Chanel and Louboutin shoes). In fact, the 'Cagole' is someone to be reckoned with – and we adore her!
Cagole playlist by Anais et Pedro
But watch out! If you know any of these songs off by heart, the 'Cagole' attitude might just be creeping up on you ☺ (I know some of them off by heart…)
The 'Cagole' is a bit like a pimped-up car. As comedian Yves Pujol says: the 'Cagole' is the female equivalent of the tuned, mass-produced vehicle: a festival of colours, accessories, chrome on the ears, neck and arms, and, of course, add-ons to create a better profile, ever-wider wheels and evermore-impressive bumpers". And like custom cars, you either love her or hate her. She attracts and repels all at once. To some she has no taste, to others she is a woman who knows what she wants.
In any case, the 'Cagole' flourishes throughout Provence and Marseille just wouldn't be the same – and much less amusing - without its 'Cagoles'. There's even a special beer to honour them – so you can see just how major they really are!
We are Anaïs and Pedro, we love loads of things, like the States, Japan, pizzas, Motorhead, Vietnamese food and karaoke… On our blog, we talk about our travels and the places we love in Marseille and elsewhere. We also host really fun evening events from time to time.
Whether it's served hot with a salad, used to crown a cheese platter, or savoured fresh with honey or olive oil, goat's cheese is an absolute culinary must. Provence's dry, sunny climate is perfect for goat breeding -and that's lucky for us!
A gourmet treat…
Provence has been famed for its candied fruit from time immemorial. In the early 16th century, the region was fairly impoverished. Fruit grew here in abundance, but much of it was lost every year.
In a sauce or salad, red is the colour!
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Can anyone resist an almond? Everyone raves about these little nuggets of happiness you can savour every which way – fresh, dried, whole, grilled, sliced, ground or made into a cream or milk!
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It had all but disappeared from the markets, but then – perhaps as a result of Halloween arriving in France – squash made a big comeback on our stalls just over a decade ago
It all starts with a crushed clove...
Provencal cuisine simply wouldn't exist without garlic
Francis lived happily close beside his tree...
Picked ripe from the tree, figs are simply to die for. They can also be scattered on trays and left to dry in the sun for 3 days: "That's the best way to keep your figs all winter – we serve figs at Christmas as one of Provence's famous 13 Desserts," smiles Jacqueline Honoré.
A story that will make you turn to jelly...
As yellow as sunshine and as warm as a winter fireplace... The quince isn't very pretty, but the people of Provence love it. You could even say that a passion has been born between this irregular-shaped fruit, somewhat resembling a dented, rustic pear and our lovers of jams, jellies and pastes.
When we talk about the South of France, what's the first thing we think of? The MEDITERRANEAN SEA! (and the sun of course – it's all part of the package).