When you think of France what do you think of? Croissants? Chocolate? Cognac? All of the above?! Because I’ve had all three today and that was only part of the over indulgence.
The day began at 8:30 AM with a walk to the patisserie/boulangerie with lovely Mike who, with our/his beloved Jay, came from London to spend the weekend. While our spouses slept, Mike and I and the mutts made the one or so kilometer walk and picked up freshly baked pain du chocolates and a baguette for breakfast.
The rest of the day was spent lounging and nibbling on various things like smoked salmon, fruit (an homage to healthy eating), more chocolate and champagne. Did I mention it was Jim’s birthday? I won’t say what birthday, just that it’s a prime number. What better reason to drink champagne compliments of our guests? It was wonderful. I did manage to start a new book, take another walk and lounge a bit in the sun, as well. Yes, I felt righteously productive.
Then it was time for dinner. After getting lost on the way to the restaurant, a mere 10 minute drive that took 45 minutes, we arrived a charming restaurant appropriately named “Le Petit Restaurant.” To say it was a remote location is to understate the meaning of remote. Yet,the place was full. People must have helicoptered in. The owner was delighted we were late because he was feeling a bit overwhelmed because everybody, with the exception of us, arrived at the same time. And although we arrived to the news that they had run out of stuffed courgette flowers, we made the best of it. We sipped a kir appertif, feasted on mushroom tart, smoked mackerel pate, beef in peppercorn sauce, lamb in mint sauce, washed down with a yummy red wine and finished with cognac from the region. Okay and dessert. EVERYTHING we ate and drank came from the region. All that DELICIOUS food and drink consumed while discussing world affairs, primarily Brexit. Bloody hell we had to do something to make up for such massive bourgeois excess!!! Oh, and we studied up on prime numbers. Do you know how Google got its name? We do!!!
The only problem is it’s 2 AM and I feel like my stomach is going to explode. I’ve been lying in bed for the last hour wondering how I’m going to fit into my clothes for the rest of the trip. On Monday we will have been gone 4 weeks. 4 WEEKS! Most people don’t take off four weeks all year, let alone in full swoop, let alone have 10 weeks of vacation left. This is a wake up call to anyone who is asleep: GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED AND GET YOUR ASS ON A PLANE. As for me, I don’t care if I die broke. I want to live and enjoy life and for me that means travel.
Looking back at the house toward the conservatory