The Name - Atelier Coccinelle Bakery
The name, Atelier Coccinelle Bakery, comes from a poem written by Victor Hugo called La Coccinelle. The literal translation of "La Coccinelle" from French to English, is the ladybug. Victor Hugo's poem, La Coccinelle, depicts a 16 year old boy standing in a forest with a girl he loves. Suddenly, a ladybug drops on the girl's shoulder. The boy, is naive, instead of taking his chance to kiss the girl, he is focused on the ladybug and decides to pick it up instead instead of recognizing what is directly in front of him, the girl he loves. The last few verses of the poem are more reflective of Victor Hugo's perspective with the translation of the last 2 lines, "Insects belong to Good God, but stupidity belongs to humans." To me, my interpretation is that humans have the right to make an error. We have the right to make a mistake, but what defines us is not taking that right for granted, rather taking advantage of it. We should strive to try to new things, not be afraid to experiment and be innovative in leading our lives, because we should always feel the assurance of humanity and its promises upon us. That's what I want this bakery to be about. I want it to mirror this poem in being a place where I can experiment with flavors and not be afraid to try new things. I think my menu, which I hope to introduce new flavors often to it, reflects innovation, my interpretation of this poem, and my passion and dedication to baking! I've attached the full poem below if you're interested, along with an English translation! Enjoy!
Elle me dit: «Quelque chose
Me tourmente.» Et j'aperçus
Son cou de neige, et dessus,
Un petit insecte rose.
J'aurais dû, -- mais, sage ou fou,
À seize ans, on est farouche, --
Voir le baiser sur sa bouche
Plus que l'insecte à son cou.
On eût dit un coquillage;
Dos rose et taché de noir.
Les fauvettes pour nous voir
Se penchaient dans la feuillage.
Sa bouche fraîche était là;
Je me courbai sur la belle,
Et je pris la coccinelle;
Mais le baiser s'envola.
«Fils, apprends comme on me
nomme»,
Dit l'insecte du ciel blue,
«Les bêtes sont au bon Dieu;
Mais la bêtise est à l'homme.»
She said to me: 'Something
Is bothering me.' And I noticed
her white neck, and on it,
a little pink bug
I should have -- but, wise or mad,
at sixteen one is timid,
seen the kiss on her mouth
more than the insect on her neck.
One would have thought it a shell
a pink back with black marks.
Warblers leaned out from the branches
to better see us.
Her honest mouth was there:
I bent toward the beauty,
and I took the ladybug;
but the kiss flew away.
Son lean from what they
call me,
said the insect from the blue sky.
Insects belongs to Good God
but stupidity (the beast) belongs to humans
Note: translations can differ!