French Holiday - Foodie Heaven
An hour and forty minutes later we landed, flying Ryanair to Marseille. When Ryanair flights arrive on time they play a trumpet sound, I kid you not!
From Marseille a 40 minute drive to where we were staying near Avignon.
The reason I make such a big deal about a ripe peach is they seem to be harder to find in the UK than hidden Aztec treasure.
Day One - Trip to the butcher. Locals come from miles around and calmly queue for this butcher. The shop was spotless and someone other than the butcher took your money.
Lunch was more suffering involving a perfectly ripe Camembert, fresh figs, watermelon, perfectly ripe peaches, pate forestiere - you get the picture. We bravely sat through it all. Well someone has got to do it.
I also think the way food is presented here is so appetising. To find the layout and quality of your local boulangerie or butcher you would probably have to visit a Harrods or Selfridges food hall in the UK, whereas here this is standard fair through the country.
Don't get me wrong there is wonderful produce in the UK and particularly in Dorset, but you have to go and find it. I also think that the UK is open to and embraces food from all over the world, where as the French and even more so the Italians stick to their own cuisine and in many cases only their own region.