shewhomust: (bibendum)
From Figeac we turned south again: time to pick up the thread of our journey from north to south, from the Channel to the Pyrenees (and beyond, to meet the ferry at Bilbao - but not yet). The road brought us to Penne, a village we first visited on a long ago walking holiday around the Gaillac. What I remenber most vividly is that at the end of a long, hot day, when we could see that we were near our destination, we realised that not only was it a long climb up to the village (the root of the name 'Penne' is the same as the element in 'Pennine' which means 'high, head'), the path was not an easy one, but involved scrambling over rocks up the side of the hill. We emerged, hot and dishevelled, into the main street, and were confronted by our host, M. Lacombe, who ran the village grocery store, and who had come out to look for us. Much has changed since we were last there, but what I remember as the grocery still bears the sign 'Lacombe, Chambres d'hôtes'. There are major restoration works in progress at the castle, which I remembered as a ruin and the site of a son et lumière presentation (of which I remember only that M. Lacombe assured us that there would be no problem finishing dinner before the presentation began, because his son Sebastien was on the sound desk). The archway which led to the square where the local weights and measures were on display was familiar, but the walk around the ramparts was new to me:

Washing line


as was the courtyard with a view out over the hills where we lunched.

All the old towns, say my notes - Bassoues, Montcuq, Puy l'Evêque, Saint-Cirq Lapopie, Figeac - how have they survived? There are always some houses semi-derelict and for sale, and yes, some of the towns are more alive, some quieter and more abandoned, yet here they all are, one after another miraculously preserved.

Not to mention the bastides, which are technically new towns - but new towns built and fortified in the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries. We spent the night in Castelnau-de-Montmiral ('Castelnau' - that means Newcastle, doesn't it?) where we had a magnificent room at the Hôtel des Consuls (the 'superior room' pictured towards the bottom of the hotel's picture gallery, with its own ante-chamber, and beams everywhere. The hotel is on the arcaded square at the heart of the village:

The square at night


And the following morning we came to Gaillac, to which the same applies, but in red brick.
shewhomust: (bibendum)
By rights, the next holiday post ought to be about our second day in Bordeaux. But we drank a bottle of Gaillac the other night, and enjoyed it, and wanted to make a note of it, so here's a brief post about Gaillac instead.

It was the briefest of visits: [livejournal.com profile] durham_rambler has good memories of a walking holiday in the region, and when he saw how close we would pass on our way from A to B (Figeac to Pau, in fact, but that's another story) he demanded a detour to buy some wine. Gaillac has a Maison des Vins, an organisation whose function is to promote the wine produced locally. You'd think this would be usual in a wine-producing area, but no, and it can be quite difficult to get a general idea of what is available: Irouléguy, I am looking at you. In Gaillac you head for the former Abbey of Saint Michel: it's very central, by the river, which is just as well, because the roads into town were busy, and some streets were closed - I was distracted by the site of a tanker parked outside one wine shop, blazoned with the description 'liquide alimentaire' - but we found the abbey (it's quite a landmark) and parking right across the way. Inside, we mooched around and looked at bottles and tried to guess from the labels what we would like - and there were some wines on offer for tasting, too.

I don't think we tasted the Mas de Grouze (it was this one, in fact, although ours was the 2012). So it must have been just luck. I'd have been attracted by the presence of local grapes (braucol and duras) alongside the usual suspects (syrah, merlot and cabernet sauvignon), and the price (5€) made it worth a try - though by this stage I was more concerned about where we would pack all these bottles!

[livejournal.com profile] durham_rambler didn't think this would be a problem, so I left him to sort it out, and dived into the secondhand bookshop which was having a clearance sale: everything was 60% off, but as soon as you started to look the staff rushed up and warned you not to move anything. This was unnerving, but I still bought several very large and very cheap picture books. And there was enough of our two hours parking left for a quick stroll around town (which was mainly closed, because it was Monday.

Pink umbrellas, red brick


Gaillac was the first place we had seen these pink umbrellas (a regional promotion about screening for breast cancer) and they looked particularly well against the red brick of which the old town is built. We could have stayed a lot longer, but we had to move on. Just one more photo:

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