Sunday 12 August 2012

Lunch with the French Ambassador to New Zealand, Mr Francis Etienne

Our friend Marleen at the French Embassy kindly passed a copy of the English version of my book to His Excellency, Mr Francis Etienne, the French Ambassador to New Zealand. He read the book, he chuckled, and then he invited us all to lunch at his residence in Wellington. Really! Vraiment! 

Here's a fabulous photo of the Ambassador and his wife, and their adopted dog, Tippy, plus a link to a Dominion Post article about them and Tippy: click here. (There's a photo of us with the Ambassador at the end of this post...)




So one day, during our recent visit to New Zealand, we put on our best frocks and trousers, we slicked down the boys' runaway hair and we primed the kids to behave better than ever before. Come on kids, you can do it! 

And they did. Phew. 

We stayed for almost two hours. And here's how it went... 

I had been aware of this magnificent, corner-sited residence on Hobson Street in Thorndon because 1. it is such a beautiful, old New Zealand wooden building, and 2. the nice ladies (Sue and Jen) who 'did' our curtains in our Karori house 'did' the curtains in the Ambassador's residence some years ago too.

We rang the bell, we entered the grounds. There were no hounds to run us off the property so we gamely continued to the front door. We shook out our umbrellas because yes we were in Wellington and yes it was winter and yes of course it was raining (thankfully not horizontally). The door was opened by a staff member who took our coats, our hats, our scarfs, our umbrellas and we paused to look around. Glowing warm wood! Walls, floors, stairs, everywhere! Was it, could it possibly be, kauri?? Probably, it was.

A dog barked. He was half-way up the stairs. He looked like a darker version of Snowy/Milou (from Tintin) so we didn't feel too threatened. We just wanted to give him a cuddle. In fact we are pretty sure he was the doggy in the photo above.

And then the Ambassador arrived from a room off the entrance. We were warmly greeted with a bisous for the kids (kiss, kiss on each cheek) and a jolly handshake for lovely husband and I. Lovely husband cleverly remembered to call the Ambassador "Your Excellency", while all I could manage was a "very-nice-to-meet-you" despite wanting to say something sparkling and clever in French. Then we met the barking French dog. We figured he wouldn't speak English (the dog) so we tried to think of what to say to a barking French dog but were assured that he was now bilingual and could cope with English just as well. We didn't have time to talk much to the doggy because we were then greeted by the Ambassador's tall, gorgeous, flame-haired Australian wife, Jane, who warmly bisoused us all with a perfectly-accented "Enchanté". (The English translation is basically, "I am enchanted to meet you". Awwww.)

"Call me Francis", "Call me Jane", they offered. Alright, we will! We moved through to the formal sitting room that was less formal than super comfortable with great big, soft, squishy sofas and finely furnished chairs, and with what I suspect was a mixture of New Zealand and French art on the walls.

So we chatted. They had moved from France to Germany with their daughters who had faced very similar experiences to us with a new country, language, life and culture overnight, hence their interest in my book. They had had the foresight to provide a tutor for their girls from the start, and for seven days a week until they were confident with their schooling in German. Lovely husband chatted with Jane, while I chatted with Francis. I found my mojo and managed to elicit some French from the recesses as we talked about our respective children's adjustments to new cultures and languages. 

We were served kir royal (champagne with blackcurrant juice, a French speciality) and yummy nibbles. The children had juice. 

Both Francis and Jane wanted to talk to our children and to hear from them of their thoughts on moving to, and life in, France. We had told the children that the residence of the French Ambassador was officially French, and that therefore it was obligatory to speak in French if they were spoken to in French... That seemed to work, and they, for the first time during our visits back to New Zealand, spoke their second language, fluently, beautifully and confidently.

We talked about the 2011 Rugby World Cup, especially as the final was between New Zealand and France, and we were in France at the time (see an earlier blog post about this). Apparently the French rugby team visited the Ambassador's residence after their horrific loss to Tonga. Clearly, they needed some help. According to Jane, the Ambassador inspired them all with a very stirring speech, inciting national pride and fervour, followed by a little champagne and relaxed chatting. They went on to win their next match against England, so something worked! 

I then perceived (being overly attentive in new environments) a nod from their staff member to say that lunch was ready. We moved through to the circular conservatory overlooking the rainy (beautiful) winter garden and started lunch. Jane introduced us to her right-hand staff member, and spoke warmly of their staff and especially of their French chef who has children of his own and knew what kids liked to eat. Jane hosts cooking classes with their chef at their residence in order to raise money for renovations to the house. They are popular and well-attended. (I'd love to go!)

So here's the menu:

Entree: an avocado, salmon, orange and rocket salad with balsamic dressing
Plat principal: chicken with a reduced vegetable sauce
Dessert: apple tart with chocolate and berry sauces
Followed by: coffee.


Apart from youngest son (7) having two, no three, urgent calls of nature during the meal, the children did extremely well to eat politely, quietly and to engage in conversation. In fact youngest son hopped up to ask me during the meal if he was doing well... ("Darling, of course you are! Now pop back to your seat and keep waiting patiently.")

And then it was back to the comfy sitting room where I presented the French version of my book to the Ambassador. He has kindly offered to write a foreword to the book, and we spent some time talking about that. After he had refilled his fountain pen with ink, I happily wrote a dedication in my book for him (which seems to be an important and significant thing for a writer to do for their readers in France). I then asked if we could take a photo. Before we could take one of him with us, he whipped out his phone/camera and took a photo of us in front of his fireplace with the flags of the European Union, France and New Zealand on the mantelpiece. Jane had slipped away before dessert as she was teaching English to her students at Victoria University that afternoon, so we had said our goodbyes earlier. And then it was our turn, so here's lovely husband's photo of us with the Ambassador:


His Excellency Mr Francis Etienne, Sara Crompton Meade, and the kids! with a French version of my book


And just so that you know, I think the five most important requirements for the job of Ambassador are:

1. to have a warm and welcoming personality,
2. to be able to instantly put people at their ease,
3. to be really, truly interested in what others have to say,
4. to promote your home country and your host country with equal fondness, and
5. to have a fantastically supportive and delightfully personable partner to share the socialising rigours and pleasures.

It was an honour, pleasure and privilege to be invited to such a special occasion and we were all so impressed with the graciousness and warmth of both Francis and Jane. What an exciting lunch!

Marleen told us later that we were the first family to be invited to this Ambassador's residence, to her knowledge. We felt honoured, proud and very special. A great experience and probably a once-in-a-lifetime one. Yay! Well done kids! And thanks France for choosing such a great Ambassador who clearly loves New Zealand.

(And here's a Createspace Amazon link to my book in English 'Waking up in France and surviving with a smile', click here, and to the French version 'Se reveiller en France et survive le sourire aux levres', click here. It's also available in ebook and paperback formats from all major Amazon websites.)