We're off on a shopping expedition to the departmental capital. 45 minutes down the motorway. By eight an impatient Sophie is in her harness and at the front door. Her brother, who is experiencing a joy overload at the thought of going in the car,has to be 'encouraged' into his harness.
It's another day of national mourning. The Prefecture is bedecked with flags. Five at every first floor window. Outside, in the spot where the SS hanged a group of resistance fighters from an acacia tree, a small memorial to the recent events has been set up.
We go to the fancy cheese shop. There is something about their cheeses that is exceptional. Is it the suppliers, the selection or the fact that they have a variety of storerooms to keep them in pristine condition ?
The lady ahead of us slowly chooses no less than nine separate cheeses. '' My daughter is coming for lunch. She loves cheese ". The bearded young cheese monger, sensing our impatience, walks out from behind the counter and gives Bob and Sophie some slivers of Tomme de Savoie. The angelic duos tails thwack-thwack-thwack against the door in delight. Bob has another joy overload. He does his soft shoe shuffle and shows his overbite.
Onto the wine merchant who insists we try a bottle of white St.Joseph 2014. The PONs are less keen on the wine merchant but are happy to be allowed inside to observe what's going on.
Just another quiet day with dogs in deepest, deepest France profonde. Events too inconsequential for a diary but too important to go completely unrecorded.
13 comments:
Nine cheeses for lunch - oh my - that is absolute bliss - how I wish I'd been invited to lunch !
Lucky PONs to be allowed into the shops with you - especially one selling food. Our dogs have never had the experience (or excitement !) of shopping with us - dogs just aren't welcome.
Hello ANGUS……from the Westcoast of Canada. Are you fans of the wonderful Vacherin Mont d'Or………when it makes its' debut this time of year
and for the holidays. Much envy here………we have enjoyed this wonderful cheese many Christmas times in France…….spooned right from its'
rind or even enjoyed melted hot and bubbling (as in a fondue) also right in it's rind. Ahhhhhhhh, delectable memories.
Ah, gorgeous cheese...Food of the Gods...and Dogs!
Any day that entices Bob's overbite and soft-shoe shuffle is a day to remember.
Salivating...
x
Leah would be in heaven with the cheese and the wine. We have to be careful to leave all glasses well out of dog reach, same goes for coffee which is how we discovered her love of puppicino!
perfect day....cheese wine and france
perfect day....cheese wine and france
I'd only there has been a visit to a baker or perhaps a saussage maker to end their trip......
I just think it fantastic that dogs are allowed into the shops. Wish Canada would grasp this idea and embrace it. Come to think of it, wish we would embrace small shops instead of the gargantuan box shops which I detest.
Oh, please, please, please could you try to capture and post a small video of Mssr Bob's dance and overbite bliss? Every time I hear about Bob's soft shoe shuffle with overbite I think of Billy Crystal dancing aka the white man's overbite routine. A diva meltdown would make us PON fans ecstatic as well!
Thanksgiving TV news in New England; Wrentham Mall is an outdoor mall. For Black Friday they took anti terror precautions including a high lifeguard type lookout station and swat looking guards with long rifles. Sheesh, Cyber Monday is looking GOOD!
Pam in NH
If I could only shadow (stalk) you for one of your outings! I'm drooling just hearing about the cheese. What fun!!!!! I did see doggies in Home Depot yesterday. Last week Bailey Bob was invited in my orthopedic surgeon's office! There is a group called Uber Paws that will bring doggies from a shelter to your office, so you can give hugs ( and possibly adopt) during your work day.
Add me to the list of those who would have liked to be invited to lunch to try 9 cheeses, you would see my imitation of Bob's soft-shoe shuffle!
How Edward would love to enter a cheese shop.
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