“Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
As part of that perfect day, this post is way past overdue. I guess I have had writers block for way too long. My writing in here too infrequently is partly due to me trying hard to write about things without properly writing about them. I’m probably not making sense at all, but it’s part of trying to maintain a certain privacy on a blog thats free for anyone in the world to read. I have come to the conclusion that I should just write as it pours out naturally without worrying too much about it. So here goes.
At the end of that perfect day after our dinner in Brantôme, we stayed overnight at Les Demoiselles, a gorgeous farmhouse hidden away in the French countryside within the Périgord region. Les Demoiselles bundled most of the things I adore about France: the countryside with lush greenness and pretty flowers, all the small details in the French farmhouse style decor and friendly people. It was so lovely and relaxing there that we regretted staying at the Manoir the night before and wished we had gone directly to Les Demoiselles instead.
Upon arrival at Les Demoiselles we were greeted by the owner and his pets. Mr. H. set about talking to the our host while, typical of me, I instantly fell for the kitty, the dogs and the chickens & Co. Later on that evening after we got back from our afternoon and dinner at Brantôme, we sat on our balcony to rest our tired feet while smelling the sweet green countryside air and listened to the sound of nature. Crickets and birds chirped. Then other sounds reminded us that nature is harsh in its brute ways. We heard rabbits screech in panic as they were caught by other predators, probably by a bird of prey,… or perhaps by some cute kitty cat.
The next morning when we woke up, we found that host had very graciously set out a breakfast with warm croissants, freshly pressed orange juice and plenty of coffee included. Another family of travellers were also staying at Les Demoiselles so we all sat down for breakfast together. It turned out that they were from a town in the North of France. Our host was also from the north, as is Mr. H. It seemed that everyone prefered to enjoy the nicer weather of the Périgord. I was the only person that isn’t from the north, and little tropical me can’t blame them for wanting more sun.
On a different note, today at the same moment as I write this now, the people of France are finishing their voting for their presidential elections. Over these years with Mr. H., I have come to dearly love France with its natural beauty, culture, culinary traditions and wine. Of course as a food obsessed person these last two points are important. I wish France all the best in this big day.
Contact details Les Demoiselles