Aïoli from the Cote d’Azur

Under the green shade,
Among the noise,
Near the pretty wood
Come my Magali,
Eat the aioli.

It is a song from the 6th century, collected by the famous I. Cas de Niéros in the old grimoires of the Château de Nèbre, since demolished by the Revolution. The custom of enjoying aioli in the cool shade dates back to ancient times, and the “Côte d'Azur”, in Paris, established the tradition in its annual country festival. Well, and this “aiet”, then, when we go to eat it, repeats to me every time I meet, a friend of mine from Provence?

On June 15, without fail, we will all go to Crécy-en-Brie, in this pretty historic town on the banks of the Grand Morin, whose various fortified arms enhance the originality. The aioli will be served in a beautiful shaded park at the Hôtel des Familles and we will find a superb wood in the surrounding area where the planned games and competitions will take place, amidst our songs and laughter.
- I was there, but I found that you weren't doing it hard enough.
- What, not strong enough?
- Well, the aioli, of course. Fart
- There is something for everyone, but if you like it hard, you will participate in the competition, and you can “go hard”.
- So, the program?

Here it is Before lunch, walk in the forest, sartan competition, various sports, boules, etc. Aioli competition (garlic and Var oil). Various aperitifs offered to competitors. Many prices.

Almost complete Aïoli menu for fans. For others, various roasts, salad, cheeses, cakes, fruit, etc.

After lunch: Numerous competitions with magnificent prizes. We only mention: Song, romances, ditties, declamation, “the cougourde”, beauty, grimaces, surprises, etc..., without forgetting the donkey competition.
- The donkey competition?
- Yes, the one who, at the end of the day, has played the donkey the longest, wins the sausage.
- How do you go about playing the donkey?
- You? Nothing. Come and you win the prize. These country festivals, where the greatest cordiality and good nature reign, are very popular with all Provençal societies, and the Côte d'Azur in Paris only encourages other groups by inviting as many southerners as possible to come. taste the dish so delicate and fine, which reminds us of the fine parts of the shed, the bastide and the mazet. The departure is a pleasure, the road is a chat, the arrival is a joy, lunch is a poem, the games are a delight and the return is an apotheosis.
- A fragrant apotheosis, a bad tongue whispers to me.
The smell of garlic mixed with oil is not what a vain people think. How many young girls and young women, who were hesitant in the first years to taste this delicacy and who are now appreciators, and even members of the Jury.
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- Last year, it was Madame Pin, a Parisian who with her usual good grace, and with her persevering good will, was able to remove the mortar of honor, which was the prize of the aioli competition.
- But why always eat aioli during the summer, insists the bad language?
- Here, I'll explain to you: Aioli encourages relaxation. After an excellent meal like this, we like to go and lie down in the shade, in the grass, in the middle of the countryside, and enjoy the charms of peace and the fields.
- But why eat aioli to taste all that?
- It's because of the flies.

All those who wish to participate in this joyful outing are asked to notify Mr. Servelle, 123, Boulevard Brune, Paris, who will send, by return, all useful information. If time, that great regulator of all rural pleasures, favors us with its clemency, the aïoli of 1924 will be for the Côte d'Azur in Paris, a worthy successor to the previous aïolis.
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LHERMITTE.