Day 14 Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Another day in the center of France and all is well.
As we sat at breakfast this morning enjoying our yogurt with homemade rhubarb sauce and savoring the homemade peach preserves, we did indeed stop to be grateful for this terrific adventure. We feel very blessed.
We left bright and early to go to the Anjou region just west of where we are staying. (We looked for pears all day, and other than the one on our salad at lunch, we never spotted one.) The highlight of our day was our first stop at the Chateau De Fesles vineyard that is know for its “noble rot” wines.
We were lucky enough to be able to walk amongst the vines with the winemaker himself. He explained the noble rot and how they tell it from rotten rot.
It was very exciting to learn about the making of the sweet wines for which they are famous. We pre-packed this morning and determined that we can carry home one, and only one, more bottle of liquid. That’s a shame because his rose wines were the best we’ve ever had. We are bringing home a bottle of Bonnezeaux (rhymes with Gonzo) to share on New Year’s Day. We have a photo of the winemaker signing our bottle.
We stopped for lunch at a little spot that used to be a railroad station in the middle of the country. The food has improved dramatically since it was a station we assume.
We started with a salad with pears and a large triangle of toasted walnut bread onto which was melted a piece of blue cheese. Yes. It was incredible.
Cindy had fish over a cheesy risotto and Jim had veal with thinly-sliced zucchini. Not a bad Wednesday lunch.
We toured the area a little before visiting a vineyard with a very friendly dog and a view that went on for days.
We drove around some more and stopped for a little hike up a slate hill before heading to the vineyard of two of the host’s friends.
They live in a chateau that was once captured by Foulques Nerra, aka The Black Falcon, aka the ruthless count of Anjou who lived from 970 until 1040. It was a very interesting chateau and in an idyllic setting by a lake with a mill. You could put yourself back in time and imagine life long ago. There were four falcons flying over one of the chateau’s towers as we headed back “home” and we took it as a sign of The Black Falcon watching over the place.
We had dinner in Le Puy Notre-Dame again this evening overlooking the church. What a perfect evening.
We have our driving directions for getting to Chartres tomorrow and our bottles tucked away for traveling. We’ll be sad to leave this beautiful part of France.