The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.
– Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
There is that saying that goes you are what you eat. One of my favourite foods is cheese. We could say that I am like a cheese.
The other day we did a bicycle ride to Montreil-sur-Mer. We visited the beautiful Fromagerie Caseus, which coincidentally is the point where I first thought about beginning a food related blog, and bought a few French cheeses of course. The bicycle ride spanned a total of 40km through the Northern French countryside with plenty of painful uphill slopes. There were a few breezy downhill ones too. Just for the record, yes I was sore the next day.
One of the things I like about my blog is some the memories I have recorded there and how when I look back I realise just how I’ve evolved. With regards to the menial subject of my cheese tastes, when I visited Fromagerie Caseus that other time more than a year and a half ago, smelly creamy French cheeses were my favourite. Now I like exploring the more firmer smoked ones.
With regards to you are what you eat, this summer we could also say that I look like a coffee éclair. Indeed, specifically the coffee flavoured ones. While I ate yet another coffee éclair at Montreuil-sur-Mer, Mr. H. suggested that I had eaten so many of them this summer that I could write an ultimate guide to coffee éclairs in the North of France. If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve lost count and didn’t document anything, I would seriously think about it.
On our way to Montreuil-sur-Mer we stopped at a small village called Saint-Josse.
Saint-Josse is well known for it’s lovely gardens that are designed to also maintain populations of insects, bees and butterflies. There was a small area called the hotel-restaurant for insects. It had special spaces for bees and butterflies to live, and the adequate flowers for them to mingle upon. I didn’t make any photos of it because I was too busy being in awe of the prettiest butterflies and biggest bees I’ve ever seen.
Anyhow, we reach Montreuil-sur-Mer. I made the Victor Hugo quote above because this town is featured in Les Misérables, where Jean Valjean became the mayor.
It is a beautiful town high on a hill. The part of its name “sur-Mer”, over the sea, is because long ago this town was really by the sea. The sea drew itself backwards and now all that you can see in the next picture below used to be the sea.
Thank you for reading!