We were still a few days off from the beginning of harvest. Based in Bergerac for the remainder of the trip, it gave us a good jumping off point to explore nearby areas, St. Emilion, Monbazillac and Perigord. Friends who own a tower invited us over for lunch, commencing at the Perigueux market. And while the grapes were still a few days away, fruits and veggies, and the endless foie gras, were plentiful. The only thing I lacked was a back scratcher. But I improvised.Actually the back went out right about then, so mobility was limited to a slower pace. No big deal, although 10 days later this is getting a bit tiresome. Meh.
So a short display of pictures I like. Anybody who cares to can go to my Webshots slideshow to see the whole shooting match.
The raspberries. Right behind the oyster counter.
Ever had an oyster with a Kir and a raspberry chaser?
Two little goats. Part of my aroma-vacation. Smelled like an old David Bruce Pinot Noir from the 1970’s.I like the little guy on the left, he was assertive, in the game. Could use some salespeople like him.
Baby ducks. On a farm called a Ferme Auberge. Similar to an Italian Agriturismo, a Ferme Auberge must produce a large amount of what it serves right there on the farm. The one we went to, Ferme-Biorne, was country cooking at its best. More on the farm and the food here.
The little rabbits we found at the market in Perigueux. The Ferme Auberge also raised the little creatures and they were tasty!And that’s how Cyrano spent the weekend, a week or so ago, in under 300 words.
