Monday, October 15, 2012
Foie gras sandwich or foie gras club sandwich ?
The first chill morning of the year. Sweater weather. After breakfast we walk for an hour without seeing another soul. Down by the little stream a sheltered south facing field still home to a swathe of hardy sunflowers .
Off in the battered old Volkswagen to the county town . The town hall wrapped up in pink wrapping paper for a wedding. The wrapping paper looking damp and decidedly unromantic after bearing the brunt of an overnight shower.
A restaurant advertising its speciality ' the foie gras club sandwich '. The attached newspaper article explains that the chef uses sliced bread and has opted to dispense with the chicken filling in order to make room for a third layer of foie gras. In fact all relationship to a club sandwich seems to have gone. Perhaps they should call it ' sweetness on toast '.
By the car park a sign on a church. ' In memory of Andre Delacourte ... killed for France in this church on October 9th 1943 ' . Assassinated in a church ? Sometimes you wish signs would tell you more.
Back to the last day of the neighbouring villages pottery festival. Pitoux, the very old character laden dog, is standing in the middle of the market square. This being France people bend down to speak to him. He pointedly ignores them all. Canine ennui. He has the wizened , no nonsense , look of a dog who will only acknowledge strangers carrying sausages.