Josephine Baker : Still in the News

I have mentioned Josephine Baker on several occasions in the Chatea Lalinde blog -- as have others, such as Suzanna Clarke, Arts Editor of the Courier Mail, Australian, in her article about the Dordogne and Chateau Lalinde.

How can one NOT mention this remarkable woman when you talk about the Dordogne Valley and its heritage! Josephine Baker left such deep footprints in the banks of the Dordogne River, with her beautiful home, Les Milandes, her exceptional contribution to the Resistance during WWII, her family of 'Rainbow children' - adopted from many different regions and backgrounds, and her outstanding success as an artist, adored by the French nation.

But the latest reason for Josephine Baker to be back in the news, has nothing to do with any of these things. The reson she is back in the news - yet again! - is because of the now very famous skirt of bananas that she wore - or, that was ALL she wore, and so outraged and/or delighted Paris back in the Twenties!

Agence France Presse reports in New York that the American postal services had difficulty in accepting postcards depicting Josephine Baker in her banana skirt, feathers and bare breasts for mailing!

Apparently Jean-Claude Baker, the thirteenth adopted child in the Rainbow of Josephine's family, owns a restaurant in New York, "Chez Joséphine", and had decided to use the picture of his mother a la banana skirt, feathers and bare breasts, for his publicity mailing. However, when he arrived at the post office to mail the 15 000 postcards, the Post Office worker was mortified. "That will not do at all, sir! I cannot accept these card for mailing. It is explicit pornographic material!", exclaimed the worker.


Jean-Claude took his 15 000 cards to the printer and asked that he covers the offending breast by 'painting' in a scarf. But once again, the cards were refused. The Post Office worker managed to see -- it is not reported whether this was with or without a magnifying glass -- the tip of one breast peeping through the scarf.
The scarf was enlarged, and Josephine managed to slip into the post box.
This time an advocate for civil liberty at the NYCLU got wind of the incident and stepped in. "It was a misunderstanding!" protested the spokeman for the USA Postal Services, Pat McGovern. "The postal workers have no right to make a decision like that!"

So, six months later, Jean-Claude Baker, son of Josephine Baker, gets his sweet revenge. Last Tuesday he sent off another batch of postcards of his mother - uncensured in her banana skirt, feathers -- and bare breasts -- and this time he held a massive press meeting in front of the post office before mailing his postcards.
"It is a small tear in the river of liberty........And it is all done in the spirit of Joséphine, my darling mama. She was a fighter and she loved freedom!" proclaimed Jean-Claude in true Bakerish style!

Jean-Claude Baker is the 13th of Joséphine's twelve adopted children --- as a young adolescent, he was porter in a hotel where Joséphine stayed in Paris, until she took him under her wing.

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Chateau Lalinde: in the international Headlines

In the Australian Courrier Mail today, a full page article about Chateau Lalinde and the area appears, written by Suzanna Clarke, and accompanied by some of her exquisite photography.


Fit for a princess

Suzanna Clarke

April 14, 2007 12:00am
Article from: The Courier-Mail


WHEN I first saw Chateau Lalinde, a flock of white swans was paddling about on the river below.

The scene was so picturesque I felt I had been dropped into the pages of a children's book, or a ballet.

In a landscape littered with chateaux and castles, Chateau Lalinde is the only one right on the river. Built in 1269, the building wall forms part of the bank of the Dordogne river itself.

The sense of the surreal persisted as I was led to the most beautiful bedroom in which I have stayed. My upstairs room had three large windows overlooking the river.

The small adjoining room was inside one of the two ancient towers, and had a table and two chairs.

The shutters were thrown back and the sound of rushing water filled the room. There were no other houses in sight, only the forest opposite, with the glimpse of an old stone chapel on the crest of the hill.

Legend has it that a fierce dragon once lived in the forest and would let no one ford the river.

When it was defeated by a knight, the townspeople built the chapel in gratitude.

Since the chatelaine, Wilna Wilkinson, took possession of Chateau Lalinde a year ago, she has turned the eight-bedroom, Logis de France three-starred hotel into a homestay with a sense of style. She has revamped the once-utilitarian kitchen into a warm and well-equipped room that the most demanding of chefs would appreciate. Wilna is also a dab hand at gourmet cuisine.

The morning after my arrival I ventured out into the weekly market of Lalinde. With the exclusion of the chateau, many of the medieval buildings were bombed during World War II, but the rebuilt town is typically French provincial and easy on the eye.

The market stretched along the main walking street with a right turn along a narrow canal.

Beneath the spreading branches of the plane trees were stalls selling fresh duck, organic chicken and an abundance of fish; many varieties of pate including the famed foie gras, tomatoes and flowers, berries, vegetables, tapestries, shopping baskets and colourful clothes.

Stopping for a coffee, I was surprised to see Cyrano de Bergerac wandering among the tables.

The actor paused to deliver a speech. Much of it was wasted on me, because it was entirely in rapid-fire French.

As I had every intention of brushing up on my French, that afternoon I attended a language class. Far from sitting in a sterile classroom, this one took the form of a wine-tasting at the nearby Chateau Belingard vineyard.

Count Laurent de Bosredon, a 13th-generation vigneron, explained that the origin of wine in this region dated to the days of the druids, and showed us a sacrificial stone near his chateau, revealed when an ancient oak tree had fallen.

In the old days, he said, if aspiring druids failed their exams they were liable for the chop.

Feeling pleased to be living in the 21st century, we retired to the barn and sampled a prodigious number of white, red and sweet wines.

Imbibing had a loosening effect on reluctant tongues, and we became more relaxed about speaking French. Most of the class was composed of recent English settlers. The French locals say that the English are making another stab at re-colonising the area, as they lost it in the Hundred Years War. Every year the French still celebrate the decisive battle of 1453 with a re-creation.

Over the next few days I saw why the area was so popular with expatriates. Wilna proved a charming and knowledgeable guide as we visited a multitude of pretty villages.

Many were medieval bastide, or fortified market towns.

At Monpazier we stopped for lunch and were intrigued to see locals descend from all directions, carrying wooden cases filled with the first cepe mushrooms of the season. Feeling adventurous I bought a kilogram and that night we prepared them in the traditional way, cooked with garlic in an omelette, which proved mouthwateringly delicious.

Another day we visited Beynac castle, built in 1115, which Richard the Lionheart used as a base between campaigns during the Crusades.

A few years ago it was the setting for the film Joanne of Arc. An immense and impressive structure, the great hall alone would have been big enough to fit an entire army.

That afternoon, after a champagne picnic in the countryside, we went to Chateau des Milandes. African-American dancer and singer Josephine Baker had bought the chateau at the height of her fame in the 1920s. In fact, she had bought the whole village.

Baker had danced at the Folies Bergère in a skirt made only of bananas, accompanied by her pet leopard, Chiquita.

In photos inside the chateau, she looked exuberant, while an occasional cross-eyed pose portrayed a quirky sense of humour.

The rambling Chateau Biron was also on the itinerary.

With rooms furnished in period style, it was as if the occupants had popped out for a minute and would be astonished to find you on their return.

Over the few days I was in the Dordogne, I decided it offered more than any other region I had visited in France.

Besides the abundance of chateaux, castles and also cave houses, you could go canoeing on the wide river, horse-riding, ballooning, fly in vintage aircraft or sample local cuisine at a farm restaurant.

But the highlight was staying in the magical Chateau Lalinde which made me feel, for a few days, like a princess.

Getting there

Chateau Lalinde is available for rent for two to six people for €100 per person, per night, minimum two nights. Larger group tariffs on request.

Price includes continental breakfast.

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Learn French at Aquitaine Langues. Beginner to advanced intensives, three hours per day over two weeks: €359.

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Getting there: Ryan Air flies to Bergerac airport daily from London Stansted.



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