TAVARN TY ELISE & BYN'S PHOTOS (Byn's view)

Mae'n bont rhwng Llydaw (Plouie) a Chymru (Merthyr Tudful)/ A bridge between Brittany (Plouye) and Wales (Merthyr).

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Degemer Mat, Bienvenu(e), Welcome, Croeso i Lydaw ag i 'Tavarn Ty Elise'. Ambiance positive acçeptée, ambiance negative rejetée.
An hent /Route de Collorec
Bro Gerne/Cornouaille
29690 Plouie/Plouye
Penn ar Bed/Finistere
Breizh/Llydaw/Bretagne/Brittany
Twinned with Carrog in North Wales
All times are negotiable between 6am. & 1am., but
generally is as follows:
Llun/Lun/Mon: 11:am/11h > 1am/1h.
Maw/Meu/Mar/Tue: 11h > 1h
Mer/Wed: 11h > 1h
Iau/Yaou/Jeu/Thu: 11h > 1h
Gwe/Ven/Fri: 11h > 1h
Sad/Sam/Sat: 11h > 1h
Sul/Sun/Dim: 11h > 11pm/23h
(33)(0)229250115 (pub) leave message.
Mobile: 0699724935
bynwalters@libertysurf.fr
http://bynbrynman.ning.com/
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http://americymru.ning.com/profile/BernardBynorBunWalters
http://www.facebook.com/bynwalters.tavarntyelise
http://www.facebook.com/tavarntyelise/
http://www.myspace.com/bynwalters/
http://picasaweb.google.fr/www.tyelise.com
http://taffawrnantmorlais.blogspot.com/
http://mymiscellaneous-bynbrynman.blogspot.com/
http://patrimoinebreton.blogspot.com/

A little bar lost in the Breton countryside with a clay floor, wood burner, an eclectic music collection, Welsh, Irish, Breton, World, & pop/rock we don't have hip-hop/rap/techno, no juke-box or pool table. We do have real ale, organic artisanal beers and local farm cider, malt whiskies(Scotch, Irish, Breton & Welsh) and bourbons. Priority given to live music; Irish session the first sunday of every month, wifi, and an important football/rugby match now and again.
Coreff Ambrée: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2 euros 50
Coreff Blonde Bio: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2:50e
Coreff Blanche: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2: 50e
Coreff Stout: Pint = 5 euros, demi = 2: 50e
Pint of cider = Pint = 4euros, demi= 2e
My photos of Brittany taken when I was out of work on sale for 5euros each.
T(ee)-shirts: 15e au bar; 20e p+p.
Bar games: draughts; chess; dominoes; cards; solitaire; backgammon. Extensive parking & large beer garden opposite. P.S. For the less discriminating of you I now sell burgers for 3:50e .

PLOUIE/PLOUYE, Breizh/Llydaw/Brittany/Bretagne:


(The original premise: "Mainly banter, slightly rambling reminiscences, a little bit political, slightly cultural and a touch of publicity for my bar in Brittany".)

Ambiance positive acceptée, ambiance negative rejetée.
(Positive ambience accepted, negative ambience rejected).
Le mot clé est 'convivialité' - 'Conviviality' is the key word.


Up in smoke

Regrettably my Pub 'Tavarn Ty Elise', a little bar in the Breton countryside between Uhelgoad (Huelgoat) & Karaez (Carhaix), (Bro Gerne) Finistere, Breizh/Llydaw/Brittany/Bretagne burned down in the early hours of friday February 19, 2010. Thirty years of my life up in smoke, but in spite of that the phoenix has risen again and the red dragon is back.

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Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Paris Trip 2013

Today I noticed that my domesticated wild daffodils are beginning to flower. As you all know I'm almost back in my bar so 3 days ago I decided to have a last fling and drive to Paris. I put 38euros worth of petrol in my old car thinking correctly that a vehicule that can get me to the Algarve in the south of Portugal can get me there no problem, and hoping that it would be enough because my budget was very tight with a limited amount of money at hand, but not to worry because the little amount spent would be reimbursed on opening day of the pub, whether provisional or official. This may be my last chance to meet old friends who follow rugby but who don't visit Brittany, I expect that after 3 years of unemployment I will be at the bar till I drop. I drove through the centre of Brittany, I could have gone through Saint Brieuc but I chose Loudeac, the roads converge near Saint Méen le Grand anyway and continue to the motorway tollgate on approaching Laval where I got my ticket at the entrance to show at the exit, it rained all the way and in some places there was fog. At the end near Paris I put the ticket in the machine to calculate the kilometers travelled followed by my bank card; with a queue building behind me my card was refused, strange because I'd already used it to fill my tank with petrol, a lady came across, looked at it, and told me that my type of card was not accepted with no further explanation. I drove on to Paris driving around with my petrol tank emptying trying to find a free parking space, impossible, I didn't want to waste my money nor time nor petrol so I ended up taking a risk, which got me a parking ticket and a 35euros fine to pay later instead of a 26euros parking fee to pay straightaway. I parked near the Eiffel Tower that meant my crossing the Seine (took four tourist photos from the bridge and one at the tower)to catch the Metro leading to my destination, Corcoran's Irish bar, just a little way from the Place de Clichy station, knowing that I'd meet up with the people and the ambiance I was searching. I totally upset my timetable & my budget but it was worth it, I met friends of friends from my next street, and from Rhymney, friends of Mogsy of MTRFC & The (in)famous Wyndham Arms on Glebeland St. who introduced me to Coombes the new forward from Merthyr's father, others introduced me to Robert Jones a former Welsh scrum half. Great atmosphere, it was an Irish pub but behind the bar there was an Argentinian, Bulgarian, Englishman and the Dutch barman who was working there the last time I visited, who shook my hand before I left telling me he was happy to see me again. Before I got back there on the saturday I lost my way after the Arc de Triomphe while time was getting on, I stopped the car to ask someone and it couldn't have been more simple; drive to the peripheral road, continue to the Porte de Clichy, turn off and straight on to Place de Clichy where I parked my car in a multi-story before rejoining the pub with a little time to spare. I drank with the earlier crowd from Rhymney, a couple who were cousins to Philip Joll the opera singer from Cyfarthfa School & Gellifaelog Tce and Robert his brother an ex policeman who went to the same sunday school as I did, big friends of Philip Beynon, cousin of Jane, who married my friend Malcolm, and Alan who used to unmercifully bully him in school, and if I remember rightly whose father died in the Aberfan disaster, and uncle re-established Merthyr Rugby Club after the war. I watched the match and went through the emotions, until the referee blew for the end of the match (incredibly we'd won in Paris after one of the worst records in our history of 8 straight defeats), in a round with a group of boys, 3 of whom were Parisians, the fourth was an ex-college international from Ferryside who played in the same side as a young James Hook, went to Paris as a chef, married a Finnish dancer working at the Moulin Rouge, had their first child in Finland and are now both back working in Paris. I met a man with his wife at the bar who worked for a year in Lloyd's Bank, Merthyr, before I left I paid with my card. Sunday I left the multi-story car park, ticket followed by card, same principle as the toll but this time was successful. I drove up to Porte de Clichy on red where I knew there was a petrol station, ordered my petrol on the 24h pump, put in my card but it was refused. My petrol gauge was almost on red, I was on the outskirts of Paris sitting in my car in the snow in a nightmare situation not knowing what to do next, was it my card? because I paid with it in the pub and the car park, or was it because there was no more money in my account? Someone asked me if I was going to move off, I explained my situation, he wished me good luck, after I'd driven off to a bleak immediate future I realized that I could have made a cash exchange for the use of his card, but now it was too late. I'd taken a calculated risk but had I miscalculated? With a sickly feeling I drove on in a westerly direction only guessing I was on the right road, I was on the motorway with no sign for Rennes, there was one for Rouen, I wisely decided against, it was snowing, I could see myself stopping on the side of the road and hitch hiking in the snow with my petrol can in hand to the next services, I drove on with one eye constantly on the gauge scared of what might come about, until, I believe these things are sent to test us, I espied a petrol station up on the right; I left the motorway still not to sure what was going to happen, I filled my tank, as I was so doing a swarthy stranger came up to me and said "are you Bernard Walters", bloody hell I'm famous, even known here on the outskirts of Paris; oh no, there's been a serious accident in the family and the police are out looking for me; "this is your credit card, you dropped it." I gratefully took back my card, went inside to pay and mercifully this time it worked. I had a close look at it, it didn't look any different to any other card, but in small print it said 'ELECTRONIC USE ONLY'. I asked the way to Brittany, I was on the right road straight on, thank goodness for that, but the weather was filthy, snow in Paris, then sleet for a long way and rain & fog until almost in Brittany where it was night but clear, then against the odds I got lost again outside Rennes, taking the Lorient instead of the Brest/Saint Brieuc road, unbelievable, lost in the centre of Paris, lost on the way out, and now lost in Brittany, a country I know well, Unbelievable because the last time I went to Paris in my car it went off perfectly, without error. I drove around central Brittany, just avoiding an accident, clipping a roundabout I didn't see until the last moment, watching the petrol gauge descend until I saw a sign for Merdrignac knowing that the road would get me to Loudeac, Rostrenen, Carhaix and home to bed. Got out of bed today and saw the yellow buds of my wild daffodils. Although the whole journey was misjudged and potentially ill-judged it was however all well worth it. Now for the pub, beer pumps installation in the morning.

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Jean-Claude Dreyfus, & Merzhin au bar Ty Elise

Post-cards sent to pub/bar

The discoloration on certain cards is from the cigarette smoke and open fire due to having been pinned to the ceiling for many years.
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Bro Gozh ma Zadou

Meic Stevens - Rue St. Michel (leaning against my bar)

Glenn Devant le Pub/Bar Eté 2009

Those with an advanced musical aptitude who have trodden the clay floor

Jim O' Rourke; An Triskell; Glenmor; Youenn Gwernig; George Jouin; Liam Weldon; Jean-Yves le Roux; Alan Stivell: Dan ar Bras; Yann Tiersen; Davy Spillane; Meic Stevens; Paddy Keenan; Patrick Molard; Les Freres Morvan; Alan Simon; Tornaod; Lleuwen Steffan; Soig Siberil; Nolwenn Corbell; Steve Eaves (& Cerys Matthews, according to Steve's daughter Lleuwen Steffan); Gwennyn Mammen; Jackie Molard; Glenn le Merdy; Youenn Bihan; Twm Morris; Gilles le Bigot; Laurent Jouin; Eric Marchand; Pierre Crepillon; Les Freres Quere; Jean-Jacques Milteau; Rhys Harries(Trwynau Coch); Jean-Claude Dreyfuss (o.k. so he doesn't sing); Gweltaz ar Fur; Siân James; Derek Smith (Mabon); Gareth Westacott & Guy (Toreth); Plethyn; Yr Hwntws; Bernez Tangi; Gaby Kergoncuff; Louis (Lulu) Roujon; Louise Ebrell; Annie Ebrell; Jean-Claude Lalanne; Bernie Smyth; The Halby Brothers; Brian McNeill; Jamie McMenemy; Jean-Michel Veillon; Patrick LeFebvre; Fanch Landreau; Linda Thompson, from Fairport Convention; Mick Tems & Pat Smith; Peter Meazey, Susanne George and Stuart Brown (Mabsant); Dom Duff; Dedé Hellec; Michel Caous; Michel Clec'h; Ti Jaz; Anweledig; Kristen Nikolaz; Kern; Christian LeMaitre; Dezzie Wilkinson; Sean Corcoran; Jim Rowlands; Gazman; Maffia Mr Huws; Yvon Etienne; Iestyn ap Rhobert; Gafin Morgan; Côr Caron, Tregaron; Côr Seren Burma Star Choir, Abertawe/Swansea; Hastan; Fanch le Marrec; Katell Uguen; Katell Kloareg; Brigitte Kloareg; Fran May; Jamie Bevan; E.V.; Laurent Bigot; George Cadoudal; Re An Are; Mona Jaouen; Denez Abernot; Pat Kilbride; Aelodau'r Anweledig; Aelodau'r Mim Twm Llai; Aymeric; Matteo Cargnelutti; Jean Baron; Katelsong; Dik Banovich; not forgetting the Peruvian native American who made a point of calling in to play 'en route' to concerts in Paris, Berlin and London: Would those of you with better memories than myself please be kind enough to let me know who I've inadvertently left out.

Americymru

Americymru

Independence Cymru

Owain Glyndwr

Pan anwyd fi,

'Roedd gwyneb nef yn llawn o ffurfiau tanllyd,

A rhedai'r geifr o'r bryniau; a'r diadelloedd

Ddieithr frefent yn y meusydd dychrynadwy:

'R arwyddion hyn a'm hynodasant i,

A holl droellau'm bywyd a ddangosant

Fy mod uwchlaw cyffredin ddyn.

(Shakespeare: Henry IV)

Wales - W. Watkin Davies

Wales - W. Watkin Davies

Destiny of the Britons - Taliesin

 
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"If they decide to unite," he said, "they would be completely invincible. This nation would be fortunate....if they could accept one prince, and he a good one." - Gerallt Cymro (Giraldus Cambrensis)
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The result was that the king, Henry II, with his mighty army, was forced to retreat, and in his anger he blinded his hostages and burned the churches.

Putting the Record Straight

At a time when the vast majority of the French abandoned their fate into the hands of Marshall Pétin, many Bretons chose, and that as early as 1940, to go to England to continue the fight. At the end of 1940 the Bretons made up 70% of the resistance while Brittany only comprises 7% of the French population. The resistance went on to attract more and more men and women, yet at the end of 1943, only six months before the Normandy landings, the Bretons still represented 40% of the Free French. This is not to forget the resistance in Brittany itself, a vast uprising of the whole people, which retained many German troops in the peninsula, for these, had they been allowed to reach the Normandy front, would have pushed the Allies back to sea. It is also thanks to the Bretons that France, whose authorities had massively collaborated with Nazi Germany from 1940 to 1944, could recover her honour. The brutal repression which was triggered after D-Day against all forms of Bretonness, seems all the more disgraceful. Bernard Le Nail

Bethesda Chapel, Georgetown, Merthyr Tydfil

Bethesda Chapel, Georgetown, Merthyr Tydfil
Joseph Parry worshipped in this chapel as a young boy before going "off to Philadelphia in the morning". One day I received a note from Margaret Roberts, Emrys's wife asking me to volunteer to help to clean it out, which I was happy to do. Later on John Jenkins had an office there and I used to go down to see him for a chat at lunch time."

W.H.I.P.P.E.T.

W.H.I.P.P.E.T.

Richard Trevithithick Commemorative Plate

Richard Trevithithick Commemorative Plate
2004 Bi- Centenary Limited Edition No. 110 out of 200, a gift to me from Llinos Davis representing the school

The first steam locomotive to run on rails in the world, Feb. 1804

The first steam locomotive to run on rails in the world, Feb. 1804
Designed by the children of Ysgol Santes Tudful, Merthyr Ty(u)dfi(u)l

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Born Merthyr Tydfil, Cymru/Wales/Galles
Georgetown Infants,Queen's Rd.Infants, Penydarren Juniors, Cyfarthfa Grammar, Merthyr Tydfil
Sold ice-cream in Billy Smart's Circus, Merthyr Tydfil
Records clerk, Ebbw Vale Steelworks
Turner, Moss Gears, Merthyr Tydfil
Insurance salesman, Prudential, Merthyr Tydfil
Handyman, Castle Hotel, Merthyr Tydfil
Asst. Costermonger around the streets of Rhymni, Merthyr & Cwm Cynon Valley
Industrial painter, Mid-Glam C.C.
Storeman;night watchman;refuse collector;street cleaner;toilet attendant;brickie's,plasterer's,fitter's,
roofer's mate;Town Hall caretaker;General handyman, Rhydycar Leisure Centre,all with Merthyr Borough Council
Shop Steward;Political Ward Branch Secretary;Constituency Membership Secretary;National Delegate;Area Organiser Welsh Language;County Council Candidate;Election Agent, Borough Council;member of Merthyr Tydfil and Ebbw Vale Rugby Clubs;member of Gellifaelog Bowls Club;life-long supporter of Merthyr Tydfil F.C., founder member of extra mural Welsh classes; signed Merthyr's 'Visitors' Book' after Charles and Di; moved to Brittany in 1979, landlord of 'Tavarn Ty Elise';
voted in newspaper, person who comes to mind when one thinks of Brittany; more than one guide book refers to my Pub as an 'institution'; largest open air music festival in France conceived in my Bar. Helped to establish first 'Real Ale' micro-brewery in Brittany. Alan Stivell is my niece's godfather and my daughter's godmother is a daughter one of the 'Soeurs Gouadec';Yann Tiersen played in the pub;Jean-Claude Dreyfuss drank and acted in the pub for a video-clip.
For my Wedding, the Merthyr Express sent over its Chief Reporter Melanie Doel and her photographer boyfriend Robert Haines. Best Man to George & Marilyn Quirk; Usher to Mike & Rhiannon Jones. Pall-bearer to Erwan Kervella. Grandfather to Goulwen, Glen & Awena.

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Born Aug 3 1951, Merthyr Tydfil, Cymru/Wales.Moved to Brittany Sept. 1979.I run a rustic Bar in a village of fewer than 800h.Real ale& best whisk(e)ys.At the moment I'm occupied with photos, flowers and music. For more information look up my site & blog: http://crwtynrhifnaw.blogspot.com my story: http://taffawrnantmorlais.blogspot.com my photos:http://picasaweb.google.com/BynWalters    my photos: http://patrimoinebreton/blogspot.com    a.n.other: http://mymiscellaneous-bynbrynman.blogspot.com

 

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