Monthly Archives: August 2010

If you’ve ever dreamed of being a fashion leader, come on down to rural southwest France. There’s not a lot of what I’d call haute couture happening. Not that I’m complaining. People are relaxed, they look good, they look happy. … Continue reading →

What’s the hardest thing in the world to do? Right — find a new barber. What’s even harder (than the hardest thing in the world)? Right — find a new barber, in a new country, where you’re not sure of … Continue reading →

Have you ever ordered a cheese course instead of dessert in a posh restaurant? I’ll  bet you have. And I’m sure you were surprised and delighted by the beautiful platter, on which were the following: three walnut halves, two filberts, … Continue reading →

Daglan is in the Périgord Noir — the Black Périgord — section of the Dordogne. It’s called the Black Périgord for much the same reason as Germany’s Black Forest: It’s dense with trees, and particularly the holm oak (holly oak). … Continue reading →

Okay, now the fête de Daglan is in its fourth day. Yikes. On the way back from a cheap-and-cheerful lunch at the café at the base of Castelnaud, it turned out that we were following the path of today’s bike … Continue reading →

The rides were whirling, the techno-music concert was pounding, and the visitors were clogging the main street of Daglan as we headed out last night just past 11. It was the end of the biggest day of the fête — … Continue reading →

After a delicious jambalaya dinner at Le Thé Vert, we decided to stroll the strip — checking the after-hours action that’s at the core of the Daglan fête. First stop, the kiddy bumper cars, at the south end of the … Continue reading →