To be perfectly clear, I had two goals (eating cheese and drinking wine) and one vision: Martin and I buying some local wine and cheese, creating an impromptu picnic in the countryside, then strolling through a small old village, all the while looking madly in love and possibly me wearing a ridiculously cute Parisian style dress and maybe a hat. But let’s be honest, that is just ridiculous…that is not a vision, but rather a Hollywood movie. Well if so, sign me up for acting classes.
Our drive from the volcanoes to the Dordogne region (our next stop) took us through the hills and countryside and the main region in France for Foie Gras. So after 2 hours of driving, when Martin started to get bored and we saw a sign for foie gras in the middle of nowhere (technically Paulin), we felt obligated to stop. Upon first sight (and second ring of the bell), the farmhouse appeared empty and right when we were about to give up hope the owner came around the corner to open up the shop – a small room off the farm house full of award winning foie gras. After much pointing and hand signaling (not surprising his English was very limited) we ended up buying 3 cans. And upon leaving he wished us safe travels in French and told us “Golf, good car” in perfect English.
Shortly down the road, we saw a sign for Fromagerie and once again pulled off the road to buy some local cheese. This time we were immediately greeted by two barking dogs and a smiling lady who led us into the shop and, after some confusion and a quick trip to the walk-in cooler, re-emerged with a tray of cheese for us to make our selection from (really, who needs to know French?). We selected the buche salapampa, a goat cheese log hand rolled in spices, and 3 discs of Chèvre (basic goat cheese), oh and of course two bottles of local red wine.
We had the wine, we had the cheese, and after a quick trip to marche, we had our baguette…now all we needed was a place for the picnic. We didn’t have to look too hard – we were in the countryside after all. We found a nice pasture just off the road with a nearby cornfield and woods in the distance. With a quick spread of the blanket and pop of a cork, Martin and I were enjoying a perfect picnic in the French countryside, me in a cute dress while looking very much in love. Ah, perfection… all we needed was a rustic village to stroll through next – thankfully we were heading to Sarlat for a detour before the hotel.
Our drive from the volcanoes to the Dordogne region (our next stop) took us through the hills and countryside and the main region in France for Foie Gras. So after 2 hours of driving, when Martin started to get bored and we saw a sign for foie gras in the middle of nowhere (technically Paulin), we felt obligated to stop. Upon first sight (and second ring of the bell), the farmhouse appeared empty and right when we were about to give up hope the owner came around the corner to open up the shop – a small room off the farm house full of award winning foie gras. After much pointing and hand signaling (not surprising his English was very limited) we ended up buying 3 cans. And upon leaving he wished us safe travels in French and told us “Golf, good car” in perfect English.
Shortly down the road, we saw a sign for Fromagerie and once again pulled off the road to buy some local cheese. This time we were immediately greeted by two barking dogs and a smiling lady who led us into the shop and, after some confusion and a quick trip to the walk-in cooler, re-emerged with a tray of cheese for us to make our selection from (really, who needs to know French?). We selected the buche salapampa, a goat cheese log hand rolled in spices, and 3 discs of Chèvre (basic goat cheese), oh and of course two bottles of local red wine.
We had the wine, we had the cheese, and after a quick trip to marche, we had our baguette…now all we needed was a place for the picnic. We didn’t have to look too hard – we were in the countryside after all. We found a nice pasture just off the road with a nearby cornfield and woods in the distance. With a quick spread of the blanket and pop of a cork, Martin and I were enjoying a perfect picnic in the French countryside, me in a cute dress while looking very much in love. Ah, perfection… all we needed was a rustic village to stroll through next – thankfully we were heading to Sarlat for a detour before the hotel.
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