Utopiales ended on Sunday, and a fine convention it was, too. Then we spent three rainy days in Bourgogne, visiting Kathy’s cousine Karen, who with her S/O Jean-Bertrand owns an old stone farmhouse dated 1641. We left bloated with Jean-Bertrand’s superb cooking, spent a day and a half in Avignon checking the scene, and are now on the road in Provence, which looks very like van Gogh paintings only more so.
Now off to find an expensive and highly calorific dinner!
Oh, you were at *Utopiales*! So was the author of another blog I follow — the artist James Gurney, of Gurney Journey.
So, *that's* why both blogs featured the giant steampunk elephant at the same time.
Not such odd serendipity as I'd thought . . .
I never thought of the French as all that famous for their food. Some people do say they are quite good at making wine.
It is a little known secret, the Champagne region makes some very good sparkling wines. Don't tell anyone.
PS. Keep having fun and please come back with lots of stuff for your next next book.
How comes I never get homesick about my native frogland, unless it's seen through the eyes of foreign visitors relating their trip there ?
Enjoy your time walter, the winter season is a perfect excuse to indulge in hyper-caloric, taste buds ravishing terroir food.
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