So, I have decided to skip over the three days in the UK. Mostly because the weather was fantastic and all I did was wander around, shop and go to the theater. All in all a good few days. Worth a mention though is the new M&M World in London.
Following that little interlude, I headed to Toulouse in southern France with Miss Cleo. We are currently residing in a tiny village of 15 permanent residences on top of a hill, named Gramont. So small it took us about a minute to walk to the end of town.
This part of France is famous for foie gras. Which made me rather happy. Gotta love having three types of foie gras each day as a standard course at lunch and/or dinner.
We have a charming chateau next to us that dates back to the 1400s. That pretty much sums up the highlights in town.
Oh, and they have a new disabled parking space (required by law). Just not sure where the car occupants are headed...
We have gone for little field trip to the farmers market, and another to a local town. Named Condom (nope, actual name and not auto correct!).
In Condom there is a statue for the three musketeers. Haven't worked that one out just yet...maybe a Trojan horse might have been more appropriate...
On Saturday night was the village annual festival. We got to listen to people from all around the village telling a story in a theme. A man with an accordion then led us around the village to the next story. There were ogres, postmen, ghosts and even ponies...Given it was all in French that pretty much sums up how much of it I understood!
This was followed by a massive dinner. Only problem was dinner started with us all in paper hats, rubber gloves and aprons, all concerned we had to cook our own dinner. Turns out it was just a little bit of fun in the restaurant. Though this was a sight that frightened a few...
We also went to a small village that basically worship cats. See there was a cat lady who hundreds of years ago refused to let the villagers eat her cats. They were the only cats left in the village. When the plague came they were one of the few villages left with cats and they were able to run the rats out of town and all subsequently survived. The cat lady saved them all. There is even a statue in her honour.
You can also go on a little scavenger hunt through town looking for all the cats hidden on the buildings. Like this one.
We have also done some cooking. Everything from apple tart (yes, this is mine!)
to potatoes that look like swans.
Have spent the day making creme brûlée, chicken ballottine and duck fat roasted potatoes. Off to muster the crepe suzette before dinner tonight!
Following that little interlude, I headed to Toulouse in southern France with Miss Cleo. We are currently residing in a tiny village of 15 permanent residences on top of a hill, named Gramont. So small it took us about a minute to walk to the end of town.
This part of France is famous for foie gras. Which made me rather happy. Gotta love having three types of foie gras each day as a standard course at lunch and/or dinner.
We have a charming chateau next to us that dates back to the 1400s. That pretty much sums up the highlights in town.
Oh, and they have a new disabled parking space (required by law). Just not sure where the car occupants are headed...
We have gone for little field trip to the farmers market, and another to a local town. Named Condom (nope, actual name and not auto correct!).
In Condom there is a statue for the three musketeers. Haven't worked that one out just yet...maybe a Trojan horse might have been more appropriate...
On Saturday night was the village annual festival. We got to listen to people from all around the village telling a story in a theme. A man with an accordion then led us around the village to the next story. There were ogres, postmen, ghosts and even ponies...Given it was all in French that pretty much sums up how much of it I understood!
This was followed by a massive dinner. Only problem was dinner started with us all in paper hats, rubber gloves and aprons, all concerned we had to cook our own dinner. Turns out it was just a little bit of fun in the restaurant. Though this was a sight that frightened a few...
We also went to a small village that basically worship cats. See there was a cat lady who hundreds of years ago refused to let the villagers eat her cats. They were the only cats left in the village. When the plague came they were one of the few villages left with cats and they were able to run the rats out of town and all subsequently survived. The cat lady saved them all. There is even a statue in her honour.
You can also go on a little scavenger hunt through town looking for all the cats hidden on the buildings. Like this one.
We have also done some cooking. Everything from apple tart (yes, this is mine!)
to potatoes that look like swans.
Have spent the day making creme brûlée, chicken ballottine and duck fat roasted potatoes. Off to muster the crepe suzette before dinner tonight!
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