Friday before Harvest

After breakfast

We went to the Villefranche market for our ingredients for Sunday’s paella that Denise M. proposed to the delight of our French friends. Something different! We tracked down the rabbit and a small chicken at the butcher’s stand and got all the veggies we needed at the stalls. And we dreamed of cheese.

We followed ghislaine in her little electric car to the other gite near the Roman spring and then on to a restaurant that she wanted to try out that had a soon to be famous woman chef, Cristina, was happy to show us her garden. The lunch was delicious and elegant in spite of a waiter who tried to tell Ghislaine about Beaujolais wine but then recanted his story once he came back from the kitchen. We liked him in the end...

We walked through the village of Oingt on the way home and climbed up to the church of St. Matthew and almost skipped dinner but did have cheese and bread after all.