Post by Plyen De Mande on Jun 10, 2020 4:39:41 GMT
From the journal of Plyen de Mande, gentleman:
"The further the coach travels from my hometown of Uzès, the richer becomes the scent of the wonderful fromage de chèvre (goat's cheese) I carry, and so the more I am reminded of home. The fine aroma is redolent of the beautiful mountains and vineyards around the provencale town that has been my dwelling for all my life hitherto. It conjures in my mind images of the spectacular Pont du Gard, the Tour Finistrelle, the Duc's Chateau. For some of my fellow passengers, nostalgia for La Belle Provence seems to bring tears to the eyes. Ah the emotional power of French cuisine! Truly we are privileged beyond all races!
"I only felt sorry that the andouilette sausages which I had also brought with me had such an appetising scent that the previous night I could not resist asking the coach house chef to prepare them for dinner. I naturally offered to the other passengers the chance to partake in this gastronomic feast, but they modestly declined. The politeness of the French people never ceases to amaze and humble me. I tucked in to the meal with gusto.
"But this little journey must come to an end: we arrive in Paris! The city where I am to make or break my fortune. The extreme excitement and anticipation of the moment even makes my stomach a little queasy. (Surely it can't have been the sausages?)"