Monthly Archives: September 2010

Swing, swing, everybody swing swing

Well, now we can say we’ve played golf in France. But we’re pretty sure that the once will be enough. My wife had never played golf, ever. I haven’t played in years and years. But there we were at about … Continue reading

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A whiff of danger in the autumn air

On our drive to lunch in Anglars-Juillac yesterday, we saw them. Three men, walking in separate fields, rifles held carefully in the crook of their arms. Easily identified by their orange hats and/or orange vests. In other words, it’s hunting … Continue reading

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Dish du jour — 2010/09/12

In beautiful weather, Sunday is the perfect day for an excellent lunch in France. It’s a tradition, and who are we to break with tradition? So off we went to the tiny hamlet of Anglars-Juillac, and a perfect little resort … Continue reading

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A dog, a man, and a melon

This is a story about a dog named Hubert, a kindly woman, and a nice man. Yesterday my wife (the kindly woman in this story) was out for her morning walk, and stopped to talk with our friend Judith at … Continue reading

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Dish du jour — 2010/09/11

Reader response is the lifeblood of blogging. (Well, one of them anyway.) So when a loyal reader suggested that it might be time for the somewhat famous Chudy Diet — a green salad plus white wine for lunch, and that’s … Continue reading

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Dish du jour — 2010/09/10

Today we headed off to the town of Bergerac, about 60 kilometres west of Daglan, to meet a friend for lunch and to discuss business opportunities in and around the Dordogne. For much of the way, it’s a beautiful drive, … Continue reading

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The southern approach

So you’ve spent some time in St Pompon, and one day you decide to drive north. After a little more than five kilometres, you realize you are about to enter a village called Daglan. And you wonder, “Gee, what will … Continue reading

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