As I began to write this post about our visit to France, I quickly found its theme in two words: à table.
Nothing qualifies a more successful visit to France than days spent visiting around a table, toasting good health over bottles of wine, and eating multiple course meals.
It is a fact, in my visits to France, I have spent the majority of the time à table.
On this visit, we started our family holiday in the sleepy village of St Hilliers, about twenty minutes outside the medieval fair town of Provins. It is here that Chef’s great uncle and his family have resided for the last 50+ years.
A climb to the top of The Caesar’s Tower will leave you winded. What once served as a watchtower and a prison, today, houses the bells of the Saint-Quiciace Collegiate church. While the panoramic views from the top are great, the tower’s interior views are just as impressive with 17th century framework as a highlight.
I now understand why the French call breakfast, petit dejeuner. It is the only little meal of the day. You do not need more than a piece of toast and coffee to jump start your day with lunch and dinner promising to roll into one long gastronomic affair.
From St Hilliers, we headed north to spend one night in Dunkerque with a close friend and mentor to Chef.
On this visit to Belgium, I added another l♥ve to my list:
De Panne is the start of the Belgian beach towns which stretch all the way up to the Netherlands. With the EuroTunnel departure point just a few hours drive away, Chef and I decided we needed to sample more of Belgium’s sand and shore– soon.
Ouisie is game,too. Especially now that she approves of the pomme frites and chocolate.
Our last night in France finished as it began, à la table. Though on this night, Chef had the night off.
That’s six hours a day.
Thirty hours in five days.
DEPARTURE: the Red City— Marrakech.