Sunday, July 18, 2010
Being grateful in Montcuq...
1. BEING A PASSENGER: I am rarely ever a passenger and certainly would never drive in Paris, so I am VERY grateful that Sue got us safely out of the city and onto the motorway in her gorgeous mini-coupe (see pic above). It’s nice to be chauffeured around when you are always the driver back home. Although, I am pleased to say that I did my fair share of the driving once we were on the open road. Navigating a right-hand drive on the right side of the road was a novelty and challenge at times. But we arrived in Montcuq in one peace and on time to watch the World Cup final!
2. AUSTRALEDEN: This is the name of the 13th century stone house I stayed in, in the little village of Montcuq, five hours south of Paris. Check it out here! It was spacious and authentic with shutters on the windows and wooden floors and gorgeous flowers around doorway. I loved opening the shutters in the morning (and following my afternoon nap) to look directly across the road at the peoples enjoying everything from coffee to confit of duck at any one of the three restaurants only steps away from my front door. I can’t wait to go back and am grateful for my three days to get some rest after working pretty much non-stop since leaving Sydney on June 18.
3. SUNFLOWERS: The region in which we cruised around Montcuq was simply stunning countryside with fields and fields of sunflowers. We just had to stop and take photos... see above.
4. FLIRTATIOUS FRENCHMEN: Let’s face it, a little flirting goes a long way, and it’s always more interesting with a language barrier. If one can’t communicate in words, one can only stare and smile. So thanks to the chef Christophe who didn’t say much but didn’t need to. You made me feel young again!
5. DUCK, CHICKEN, STEAK: I’ve never been so grateful for meat in my life. I sometimes toy with the idea of becoming a vegetarian but when you eat meat the way the French cook it, you can’t pass it up. Three nights in Montcuq, three amazing meals and the best French fries ever. Yes, I know, I won’t be eating anything exciting at all when I get back to Oz. It will be steamed vegies and salads for the rest of my life... blah, blah, blah!