We escaped the hustle and bustle of the city today, hopped on a train (the wrong one, but no matter!), and headed south-west to the little town of Rambouillet. I (this is Hannah) have distant Gigoux-relatives living there who my grandmother found a few years ago. We've been to visit them once before, several years ago. Today, they showed us an incredible amount of hospitality, served us a gourmet lunch, and introduced us to many new animal friends.
Jean-Charles met us at the train station and brought us to the farm where Brigitte,
Bernard, Papi (the Grandfather), and Christophe met us for lunch.
The meal included fresh tomatoes (from the garden), potato-zucchini puree, pork (from the farm), cider/beer (home-brewed, apples from the garden), bread (made with wheat from the field Bernard and Christophe were working in that morning),
cheese, and a chocolate pear tart for desert.
After the meal, we got a tour of the farm.
Jean-Charles met us at the train station and brought us to the farm where Brigitte,
Bernard, Papi (the Grandfather), and Christophe met us for lunch.
The meal included fresh tomatoes (from the garden), potato-zucchini puree, pork (from the farm), cider/beer (home-brewed, apples from the garden), bread (made with wheat from the field Bernard and Christophe were working in that morning),
cheese, and a chocolate pear tart for desert.
After the meal, we got a tour of the farm.
One of the farm cats recently gave birth to a litter of the cutestpetits chattons (kittens) in the world. Unfortunately, these lil guys were already
claimed or we might have been forced to take them with us...
Brigitte, moi, et un little lamb.
Enjoying the pasture...and a break from the barking of theGerman Shepard who was chained up not too far away.
Inside the barn...this is the machine that dispenses all the finished wheat intotrucks to be taken into town and made into awesome French bread.
Here is the German Shepard chilling with the rabbits-neither one was at all phased by the other.
Brigitte in her garden picking zucchini for us to take home. We just finished eating them up for dinner...tres delicieux! Merci, Brigitte!!
In front of the quince tree in the garden. She also loaded us up with a sack of quinces to make jam. We aren't sure just how to do it yet, but we will definitely find out. Brigitte is holding the dahlias she picked from her garden for us to take home. I still don't quite understand how there are such gorgeous flowers still in bloom in October, but I'm glad!
A shot of the house (to the left) and the old barn (to the right). (For all the Taylor-White-Steens reading, the building to the right is where we had our epic feast.)
Another day, another adventure!A demain!
Who wouldn't want to buy wine from this guy!?
The French clearly agree with one of our greatest
No Parisian would dare to be seen without a beret to match her sweater.
After the market, we enjoyed a sublime fall day in Luxembourg gardens.
Getting ready to take off.
The old and the young! (bonus points for the bright green sweatband)
And they're off!
In addition to lots of fresh, fresh, fresh, fruits and vegetables, there were vendors serving prepared food. This woman was making some kind of yummy looking curry.
Fish, anyone?
Antique books.......and H.P.
Alice's was selling lots of tea and tea accessories.
Jewelery, old watches, and knick-knacks galore. The vendor assured us they were all authentic Victorian-era silver, uh huh, right-o!
They were also selling dismembered legs, but we didn't ask how much they were.
We treated ourselves to a piece of cake at Hummingbird Bakery -- a place that came highly recommended to us.
This was the first shoe in a line of many, and dates back to the later 1700's.
Here is the breakdown of women's undergarments over time. Here we have the bussle...added padding to look like the ladies were really packin' it. Too bad for the guys who found out the truth after peeling away layers of clothing only to find this hideous padding... And then we have the beloved corset, which is still popular today but for slightly different purposes.
Here the men get to show off with this lovely dressing jacket, I mean,
This lovely ensemble is a collage of bras, made by a designer in Milan. Tres chic ladies!!
Last but not least, this is the future of dresses for women...a boxy dress that nicely accentuates the hips and is adorned with a most conspicuous frontal zipper.
As we entered the hall on our way out we were greeted with the ever-astounding work of Chihuly, who has exhibited many a time in Chicago and is an internationally known glassblower.
Lucky for us, we did not miss out on a good London rain....
It opens into an underground cave, smelling of wine and Friday-night freedom. The place was packed to the brim with happy people of all sorts- young, old, hairy, short, bald and then us.
There weren't many tables at all, as the place is pretty tiny, and people hover around keeping a keen eye out for the next available seat. Luckily we landed a table after about 20 minutes of standing with full glasses and a bottle in hand.
From the main room there are small arch openings that lead to the depths of Gordan's cave, which is only about 6' tall at most. One of the servers was super tall and watching him go in and out of the cave was amusing...to us anyway, I'm sure his back hurt.
Apparently Gordon's is also a place where PDA's are not only accepted, but expected. It is a perfect date atmosphere so we couldn't blame the couples around us who insisted on sucking face for the duration of our stay. I mean, if we had dates, we'd have been doing the same!!!
Cheerio!