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Visit with expats, then more horses

Mare and foul in Cluny France

After the morning service at Taize, the DGs made their way to a village just to the east of them, Chazelle, to visit fellow hyperlocal bloggers CeesVan Halderan and Sue Nixon who moved to Southern Burgundy in 2005 and run a gites and camping operation called La Tuilerie de Chazelle in what was once a tile factory. They didn’t actually realize that they were doing hyperlocal, rather just talking about their life in this region. They’re transplanted fans, sort of like the DGs, except they’ve made the jump for good.

Then it was into Cluny for a gallette lunch. Because the male DG had his telephoto lens with him, they stopped on the way into town to photograph the oh-so-cute mares and foals in the pasture adjacent to where the big deal horse show is going on. In past years, the female DG has figured they time the births to coincide with the show, rotating mares…


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A day of bread and horses

horse drawn cart in Ameugny

Common tourist talk is how irresistible French bread is. The female DG/DJ pretty much gave up eating bread some years ago but does find it somewhat hard to resist the local product. She thought the boulangerie right down the hill was pretty good (even though she’s suspicious that they receive their supplies from the massive bakery operation just east of their hilltop village). Today, though, the DGs found true nirvana at a hippie dippy operation that transported them immediately to West Marin. Included in a cluster of shops that offer organic produce, organic clothing, organic cosmetics (etc etc) is Le Pain Sur La Table, bakery and breakfast/lunch spot rolled into one. It features/sells just maybe the best damn bread on the planet, judging from the wholewheat nut loaf they’ve pretty much devoured in less than 12 hours time. Lunch was pretty darn good, too. They will return.

She returned home to catch up on some free lance assignments and was about to connect via Skype with a colleague when she heard the unmistakable clip clop of hooves. Her brain did a double take, e.g. this cannot be! But it was – a draft horse pulling a cart for what reason, she’s unclear, along the lanes of Ameugny. Meanwhile the fanciest horses in France are in Cluny for the big annual show…

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