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In the undulating heart of Burgundy, where vines dance in the wind, small villages dot the countryside, peaceful and serene, often oblivious to the momentous events that helped shape this country.
One of these is the hamlet of Alise-Sainte-Reine, an excellent day trip from Dijon, barely an hour's drive away. It looks calm now, but 2000 years it was the scene of a battle most children still remember from school.
Back then, the village was called Alésia. Behind its walls, a group of Gallic warriors anxiously watched the Romans below, who had encircled them. The Gauls were led by a chief called Vercingétorix; the Romans were led by Caesar.
How did the Gauls, fresh from victory over Caesar, end up in this unfortunate dilemma?
As you may know from all that reading of Astérix, the beloved French comic character (the books have been translated into 87 languages and are headed towards half a billion copies in sales), the Gauls were powerful warriors who constantly clashed with the Romans, whose steady advance across Europe was not to everyone's liking.
Led by Caesar, a young pro-consul on his way to proving himself, Rome's legions swept from victory to victory in what is known as the Gallic Wars. Given this success rate, it must have come as quite a shock for Caesar to be defeated by a long-haired Gallic chief, however talented and smart.
The year was 52 BC, the place was Gergovie in Central France, and the victor was Vercingetorix, a regal leader of the Arverni tribe who had succeeded in uniting Gaul's disparate clans, at least temporarily.
Don't feel sorry for Caesar, because the tables were about to turn.
A few months after winning at Gergovie, the victorious Gauls again faced Caesar's troops, this time at Alésia. The Gauls were quite terrifying: noisy, their equipment gleaming, and taller than the Romans. Victory could be presumed.
This time, though, Caesar had learned a thing or two about the beer-drinking Gauls. After his miserable defeat at Gergovie, he changed tactics: rather than a frontal attack, he would besiege the Gauls and starve them to death.
Their inability of the Gauls to dislodge Caesar's camp wore them down. Fearing starvation and overwhelm, the loose coalition that Vercingétorix had built began to splinter, and soldiers started drifting home.
In the end, after a brutal siege, Vercingetorix surrendered and was taken prisoner to Rome, where he was imprisoned for five years, and ceremoniously beheaded (or strangled, depending on the historian), a sad end to an illustrious career.
The death of Vercingetorix would scuttle Gaul's opposition to Rome and pave the way for 500 years of Pax Romana, during which the two cultures would slowly meld, leaving us the many Gallo-Roman ruins still scattered across France today.
On a warm July day recently, I wandered around what is left of the ruins of Alésia, now an archaeological site. I gazed at the excavation site and wondered: who knows what history might have held had the Roman siege failed...
It's almost embarrassing, but a disproportionate amount of our knowledge about the Gauls seems to come from that feisty little comic book character, Astérix.
If you've read the books, you'll know the Gauls ate lots of wild boar, loved large banquets, and consistently beat the Romans. Well, don't believe everything you read because that last point, as we have seen, is not quite accurate.
For centuries, it was believed these long-haired, mustachioed warriors were wild barbarians, just waiting for Rome's civilizing mission to reach them.
It turns out this was not accurate either.
Not as much as the Greeks, but they did pass on their knowledge orally, discussed rhetoric, and knew about surgery, as many warrior tribes do. The most learned individuals were the druids, who not only dispensed herbal medicine but also acted as judges and teachers, wise men bringing people together.
Indeed they were, skilled at woodwork and metalwork, especially gold. They fashioned all those metal weapons and helmets and armor plates, along with cooking utensils and musical instruments.
This might come as a bit more of a surprise.
The Gauls cared about appearance and cleanliness and invented soap, using a mixture of ash and suet. They also invented the wooden barrel, later appropriated by the Romans – so much lighter and more convenient than those ridiculously heavy amphorae used to cart around oils and wine, don't you think? But then, the Romans had slaves to do all that... The Gauls are also credited with inventing trousers and chain mail so yes, theirs was quite a brilliant civilization for the times.
Gaul's women had subordinate status, but not excessively so. They had their own property, and society didn't punish sexual straying, or at least, we haven't found any evidence of it. Amorous relations between male warriors may even have been tolerated so yes, maybe not liberal as we know it, but nothing like the constrictions that would appear later.
The Gauls were a collection of Celtic tribes, each independent and with its own leaders, who originally swept down from northern Europe into the area roughly covered today by France and little parts of its neighbours to the north and east.
They spilled over the Alps into Italy and at one point even sacked Rome, which the Romans never forgot, eventually reconquering lost lands and pushing into France, beating the Gauls and setting up colonies along the way.
As for Alésia, its story didn't end with the Gauls.
Its modern name, Alise-Sainte-Reine, was bestowed in honour of two major historical events: the siege, of course, but also Sainte Reine, or Saint Regina, a young girl (either the daughter of a wealthy Gallo-Roman or a shepherd girl－stories vary) who lived around 253 AD and was eventually proclaimed a saint.
A recent convert to the new religion, Christianity, she rebuffed the advances of Olibrius, a Roman general. He loved her but she would have nothing of him and in a rather misguided effort to woo her, he poisoned her and then tortured her, eventually giving up and killing her. Beheading her, actually. At the spot where her head fell (these legends are often quite gruesome), a river spouted. A basilica was built on the site to venerate her and house her remains. (These were later transferred to the Abbey of Flavigny a few kilometers away.)
The tradition has been carried forward and even today, she is celebrated by the village's inhabitants. Once a year, they reenact the tragedy of her martyrdom in the village streets, a reminder of the past that has finally been brought back to life, unlike poor Regina.
If you had been educated in France in the first half of the 20th century or earlier, you probably would have been told – even if you were from Africa or the Caribbean – that your ancestors were blond, blue-eyed Gauls.
Your history book would have started with these words: "Once upon a time, our country was called Gaul and its inhabitants, Gauls."
We now know that "Gaul" was a Roman construct, and the Gauls a scramble of Picts, Helvetes, and plenty of other Celts. During the Middle Ages, Franks, not Gauls, were considered our ancestors.
And Alésia and the Gauls might well have faded into oblivion had Emperor Napoleon III not been such a history fanatic.
For centuries, our historical focus was squarely upon the glories of our Greco-Roman past, not on some disheveled Celtic tribe which few people even knew existed.
It was only in the 1830s that scholars began digging into that faraway past, exploring the Gallic Wars and reviving the name of a long-lost hero: Vercingétorix.
It took Napoleon III's obsession with the past, and especially with Caesar, to speed things along: he dug up nearly all of Burgundy in a massive effort to locate the original site of Alésia.
After France's ignominious defeat during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870, she was a country in search of a national story, one that would unify the bruised nation.
What better symbol than the Gauls resisting the Romans?
Building upon a newly discovered past, legends were woven, and so we came to be descendents of the Gauls, until the absurdity of it all came to light in the 1960s, where such an origin story founded on ethnicity could only encourage xenophobia and discourage diversity, not to mention be fatal to historical truth.
In the end, a middle way has positioned the Gauls as one of our ancestors, not the ancestors.
If by now you're dying to know more, head to the Muséoparc Alésia, a museum where the histories of Gaul and Rome are told in intense detail, from what clothes were worn and instruments played to eating utensils and deities. This modern, circular building is where the archeological wealth of Alésia is now housed and its duty is to bring it all to life for us.
It is filled with displays that confirm Alésia's location (it has been much contested but consensus on its present location has finally been reached), along with an impressive collection of artefacts － lance points, arrows, javelots, helmets, cheek protectors (paragnathids), coins － excavated from Alésia.
Here's my favourite, a war trumpet, or carnyx. While the Gauls used musical instruments to help direct troops during a fight, this particular item was probably used more to frighten the enemy (I mean, that is one scary – but exquisite – trumpet!)
The museum is designed to be accessible (it even won a prize) and descriptions are also in Braille.
The round shape, designed by architect Bernard Tschumi (author of the Parc de la Villette in Paris and the New Acropolis Museum in Athens), symbolizes the Gauls being encircled by the Romans, and through the windows and wooden latticework (also a symbol, but of the wooden Roman fortifications) you can see the oppidum of Alésia in the distance.
It's helpful to have all the maps, films, displays, scale models and multi-media features that bring Alésia back to life because, let's face it, it's hard for most of us to imagine an entire village based on a few stones jutting out of the ground.
You'll probably need a car to get here, however, because the museum is in the middle of the plain of Alésia, about a 45-min drive from Dijon, and the ruins at Alésia are up the hill, 3km/1.8mi away. You could use public transport: take the train to Laumes-Alésia, and catch the bus LR122 to the museum (it won't take you to the Roman ruins, though). You can also walk here in ten minutes from the station.
If you're looking for something a bit more offbeat, you can play an escape game among the ruins, with 90 minutes to investigate and discover a secret. Throughout summer, there are plenty of re-enactments and festivals that will help bring this lesser-known historical period to life.
I would be remiss if I ignored the ongoing controversy about the location of Alésia, which some archeologists believe is in the Jura Mountains rather than in Burgundy. The Jura site has yet to be excavated, and officially, Alise-Sainte-Reine is Alésia, at least for the majority. This isn't for us non-academics to decide, but the controversy does come and go and needs to be acknowledged.
Today, the fascination with Gaul continues, whether we claim a direct descendance from these hirsute tribes or not. We've taken the Gauls to heart, and the word is meant to signal a certain authenticity, a traditional Frenchness. In fact, many foods and drinks and other products are called 'Gaulois'.
Vercingetorix and his Gallic warriors may have been abandoned by history until relatively recently, but there's no ignoring the Gauls now.