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Tuesday, 9 September 2008

Hotel B & B

I thought that I'd just take this opportunity to show you where I'm staying tonight.  Hotel B&B is one of the many chains that adorn French autoroutes and large town outskirts (and inskirts sometimes too).  They are reasonably priced and simple and clean and, in the case of B&B, offer free wifi access.  Hence this blog posting.

I'm just about to go and eat at the Courtepaille (literally short straw but really thatch - not that this one is).  This is the restaurant that used to be an Italian restaurant and one I've eaten in on my first night in France on many occasions.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Travels

Well, folks, I'm off on my travels again. I leave Maumulon in the morning and won't arrive home on Lewis until Saturday evening. And that assumes that all goes to plan.

Les Anglais et Marmite et The Best of British

Les Anglais en France are often accused of being too English and not adapting to the French way of life and one aspect of that is, of course, food. This is not helped by the fact that most of the areas of France where Les Anglais have colonies have a 'Best of British' shop where can be bought such delicacies as English Supemarket Bread (yes, really).

OK I'm being a bit sniffy and there's no reason why there shouldn't be such shops although most of the larger supermarkets have a British food section in these areas. Oddly enough one item missing from their shelves is English Supermarket Bread!

A blog on the subject of French food versus English food would be impractical because, even dealt with in the most cursory fashion, it couldn't be dealt with in less than a book. I think that it is true to say, though, that the French have a more 'natural' and far less sentimental approach to food; particularly meat. Although nowadays international cuisine is common traditional French food seems to prevail in the countryside.

On the other hand I cannot imagine being anywhere in the world without my

Morning at Maumulon

The view from the back of Maumulon this morning just before sunrise. The peacefulness of the pictures belies the noise of the countryside: cockerels, sheep, birds and what else I know not but could certainly hear it.