So Ive spent the past six days or so with two old friends from Melbourne Uni (thats college to you crazy Americans) burning through the French motorways at breakneck speeds in a Mini Cooper S. As crazy as it may sound, I must admit that a lot could be said for sharing a small british race car with two cantankerous bastards intent on smoking, drinking and cussing their way through the French countryside. We made our way from Bordeaux - which was deemed a 'stankin boghole' - to the Midieval town of Sarlat and then through to Burgundy where we stayed for three nights at a lovely bread and breakfast. Our first night in Marsannay (a small village on the outskirts of Dijon) was spent dining on amazingly rich foies gras and duck breast at Les Gourmets, a one michelin star restaurant. Inspired by good french cooking we spent the next evening at the three michelin star rated Benard Loiseau where we dropped a small fortune on Tattinger champagne and a most delectable 8 course degustation.
After spending a day recovering from good food poisoning, we got back in the Mini and drove through the French Alps back into Italy, stopping periodically in order to allow me to wander into the mountainside and spin around, arms outstretched ala Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music. We spent the evening at another wonderful bread and breakfast run by a charming but disturbingly muscular french woman by the name of Claude who served us a very delicious four course meal which we ate surrounded by her husband's antique coffee grinder and cowbell collection.
Right now Im in a seaside town called Lerici, just around the corner from Cinque Tierre and La Spezia. Ill be spending the rest of my holiday here before heading back to New York on September 11th. Stay Tuned!
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