Glimpses of an alternate life.
Posts Tagged ‘Dordogne’
Sarlat, Shirt, Sculpture
Monday, June 19th, 2017St. Cyprien, Sunday market
Sunday, June 18th, 2017Our favorite day of the week in one of our favorite places: St. Cyprien/Dordogne.
La Venise du Périgord
Friday, June 16th, 2017Brantôme.
Chocolate and lace
Sunday, May 31st, 2015For my birthday, I post a pastry from Lucco, our favorite bakery. It’s one of the still-life series I’ve been painting while living in France.
Sunday march, Siorac-en-Périgord
Monday, January 12th, 2015Hundreds of thousands, millions, of people assembled in major cities of France on Sunday. But even small villages had their walks and gatherings in remembrance.
On est tous Charlie
Thursday, January 8th, 2015
Château de Castelnaud
Sunday, December 21st, 2014Some of the Périgord’s historic sites and monuments are going into winter mode, which can mean anything from limited visiting hours to closing the doors until Easter. Fortunately the castle of Castelnaud remains open for December visitors, and we had the entire place pretty much to ourselves. A castle is a glacial and drafty domicile year-round, and viewed in December it makes a nice cozy one-room earthen-floor cottage look like the better choice.
Giving Thanks at La Savie
Thursday, November 27th, 2014
Thanksgiving is a big event in the United States, but in the rural Dordogne it’s an off-season quiet Thursday night. The three of us were the only patrons on a Thursday evening, off-season, at La Savie. It’s run by a young couple who gave up their city lives to renovate an old farm and give it new life housing both a growing family and a lovely restaurant with a fresh bright imaginative décor and menu. We celebrated quietly and far from home, but with much gratitude for our present temporary one.
Julia
Through the Bakery Window
Thursday, October 23rd, 2014
Jan
Garnette
The Delights of the Valley
Tuesday, October 21st, 2014The name of our local bakery is Les Délices de la Vallée, and I can’t conceive of one more suitable. This bakery is the heart of the village: warm and welcoming, with smiling friendly faces behind the counter, filled with golden light and the scent of bread in the rainy cold predawn hours, and on certain occasions the line runs out the door. And unlike other lines (say, the one at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles), this one is permeated with a sense of happy anticipation. It’s also a place to meet people, chat, and hear news.
