September 19th was the beginning of our France adventure with the Foleys and we were not disappointed.
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| Along the river in the little pueblo we stayed at |
After missing our exit because of a break out of Disney singing, thereby getting stuck on a toll road for an extra 30 minutes, we finally rolled up to our little bungalow around 11:30pm.
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| Unfortunately this turned out grainy, wish you could experience mysterious romantic feel |
We topped the night off with some Port tasting, courtesy of our trip to Porto.
The next morning I (Stephanie) explored the little town to realize that there was not one store that sold anything resembling food. This place truly was away from it all. The others finally dragged themselves out of bed and we drove a couple miles to a huge grocery store. Now, I know what you are thinking: "You were in France and you hit up a megastore?!" Yes we did. And it was awesome. The sausages were cheap and delicious, 5 croissants for 1€ (that were also amazing), butter and pate galore, and the biggest garlic heads and most delicious tomatoes ever!
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| Biggest garlic clove ever! |
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| First breakfast. Oh the cheese!! |
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| Most delicious tomato ever. |
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| Mimosas anyone? |
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| Can life get better? I submit that it cannot! |
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| Drinking our homemade coffee a few steps away at the vineyard |
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| The ubiquitous blue door picture |
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| Vineyard right by our bungalow |
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| Ivy covered buildings on the "main drag" of the pueblo |
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| Beautiful church literally out our backdoor. |
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| Crumbling vestige of the arch entrance to the little town |
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| The boys smoking their Cubans |
After our little jaunt we piled into the car and wound our way up into the mountain to see what there was to see. We stumbled upon another little mountain village that the Tour de France went through a number of years ago. Grabbed a cafe and wondered around only to discover that we had left our bag back at the cafe with the camera in it. Luckily things are rather lax here because when Micah ran back it was still at the table as the waiter hadn't yet cleared our ceramic remains from the table.
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| Nearby mountain town |
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| Cemetery on the top of a hill |
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| Tombs of the cemetery |
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| It was surprisingly chilly up there. |
After the slightly dizzying drive (thanks to Foley) we bought 4 duck breasts for a whopping 12€ and made the most delicious meal we've had since flying out to Europe.
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| Wines of the first day. Yes we drank 3 bottles a day. Don't judge |
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| Duck breast with a date, wine reduction, green beans and fingerling potatoes sauteed in duck fat |
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| Holy Cow |
My first thought was "I wonder if Costco has duck breasts." And then I realized that was a very sad thought.
ReplyDeleteThat's not sad. Costco is a beautiful thing. But I suppose compared to the 12€ French duck it might be a little sad.
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