I want to share day 3 of our French holidays.
I woke on Sunday feeling relaxed and very well considering the amount of red wine consumed the night before. I love how if you up the price of wine just that little bit it seems to prevent nasty hangovers.
By the time I arrived downstairs, breakfast was already waiting for me. My brother, very much like my late mum, looks after people well particularly when it comes to food and drink. It was clear my teenage son was going to take a while to surface so we chatted and ate in the sunshine.
Once my son got up, we started discussing the plans for the day. My brother suggested going back to the Bagnolles but I wanted to try somewhere new so we headed to Domfront.
We decided to have a wander before lunch. We headed up one of those hills where you hope you have not taken on too much as you can’t see the summit. I enjoyed seeing how old the town was and looked longingly at a charity shop but decided to be a good girl and kept my euros where there were. It amused me to see that Rosemary Conley‘s Inch Loss plan was on sale there. No hope for me to get started on this with so much lovely cheese and wine about in France.
Domfront is built on a sandstone outcrop and as you drive towards the place you can see what a stronghold the castle has been throughout the centuries. There is so much history in the place and you can enjoy cobbled streets, timbered houses and ramparts. The views from the castle are amazing.
My son was in charge of the camera and I think better photos taken on my smartphone appear on my Instagram feed.
We came upon what we thought was a wedding but turned out to be a Christening with a French family and their friends full of joy and dressed in colourful clothing.
We chose our place for lunch with my son enjoying a ham and cheese baguette that I was sure he would not manage but he did. The café also had a tobacconists and I surprised myself by loving the aromas even though I have never smoked. I saw Lucky Strike which my Dad refers to in his memoirs. Perhaps he was about watching his children with his grandson. I enjoyed a Croque Madame – can’t get enough of them!
Domfront must get a fair few English visitors as it had a fish and chip shop and a lot of the signage had English translations. I did not pick up on this first and thought my son’s French was improving way more than it actually was.
We headed back for a rest at our gite playing cards and chatting away. As the afternoon went on, my son suggested we return to Domfront to eat that evening. This time I asked if we could eat at a bar/pizza place I had seen on the way out in the afternoon. This was a great place and not at all posh which I liked. There were LPs and photographs on the walls. There were a few American inspired things too. My son had pizza followed by chocolate ice cream. My brother also went with a pizza, an Explosive. I went with tartiflette not quite knowing what it was. It turned out to be a cheese/ham/potato concoction and it was served with chips and a wonderful salad with a tasty dressing. Both myself and my brother had tarte tatin with Chantilly cream as dessert. I had a glass of cider knowing I did not plan to drink that night so that my head was clear for the next day’s ferry crossing.
We had a little walk and then headed home playing cards until we went to bed reasonably early so we could be organised for the next day.
Our French adventure was nearly over and had gone way too quick.