Lost In Limoges

From the sheep-dotted pastures of France's underpopulated Southwest, Limoges rises in all its grey glory. The city's claim to fame: fine porcelain. The half-timbered houses of the Medieval center are surrounded by strip malls and McDo. Land-hungry Brits descend with flailing pocketbooks (thanks, RyanAir). The weather is remarkably cool year-round. Sure, I live on rue de Nice, but this is NOT the Cote d'Azur. Welcome to Limoges, "the middle of nowhere"-- or as Pierre says "everywhere"-- France.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Life is Like a Box of (French) Cheeses


Heaven on earth is a plate of fresh, stinky cheeses from the Pyrénées, packed in a gracefully curving box by an artisan fromager in Pau, and toted by dear friends on a haul north to Limoges. The cheeses were arranged on a wooden cutting board nestled beside faux autumn leaves and a handful of walnuts. Cards on toothpicks marked each delicious cheese (melt-in-your-mouth brebis, a block of aged comté...) The fromager wrote the type of cheese beneath cute little drawings of cows, sheep, and horned goats.

1 Comments:

  • At 11:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    More info about the cheese man here :
    http://www.le-cercle-des-fromagers-affineurs.com/fromagerie-gabriel-bachelet.php

     

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