We’re just back from a semi-whirlwind weekend in the north of France for a wedding reception and a quick stop at les in-laws. And if I provide nothing more on this blog except a few pretty photos, I think I’ll be quite content. France is one of the most gorgeous places on the planet – at all seasons and in all regions.
With all this beauty, I think my belle mère and bel pere are just a bit confounded by the fact that I’m always whipping out my camera to take pictures of “mundane” things like their garden and the boxes of apples they’ve collected from their 4 or so burgeoning apple trees. But with all this great color, it feels a shame not to.
And I would endure another six hours of travel (save another night train…which is not for the faint-of-heart or, sadly, the odor conscious) to have a few more days dans le nord. Let’s just say that we are bien gâté (very very spoiled) – tours of the countryside, home-cooking, and jars of tomato purée pressed from the garden to take home. We’re talkin’ fresh pasta sauce for days…oh, le joy.
And really, who are we kidding? I’d travel near and far for the home–cooking alone. Fresh cherry clafoutis anyone? I totally got into the right food famille. Long live big appetites, French mothers, and of course…the beautiful colors of fall.