We began this day with just Leslie and I (and Madie) running to the store to buy the makings for a dinner for tonight. We quickly became sidetracked in Condom and went into the glorious church at the center of town. Outside we found a statue of the Three Musketeers – who all came from this region, including d’Artagnan came from this immediate vicinity. Putting asides its prophylactic name, the town is uninhibited, well-populated, and quintessentially Gascon. Narrow roads are filled with shops for pastries, bread, antiques, and other distractions. We returned laden with escargot, cheeses (including one of my favorites – the Petit Basque), fresh bread, and Gascon cakes. [Note: our internet access was lost for a couple days in Gascony. We are now posting from a hotel in Rennes]
We then returned to Chiroulet next door for a second tasting, which I will describe in a separate posting. These Gascon wines are truly wonderful. Full bodies with a taste of what the Gascons insist is the unique terrior.
Since it was raining, the kids entertained themselves by making a movie about zombies, which turned out a bit like the Blair Witch Project mixed with primal screaming contests. Nevertheless, watching them climb over the Seventeenth Century walls while hunting zombies was a great joy – particularly as the adults finished off another four bottles of local wines.