Rain was in the forecast. After the massive thunder and lightening passed during the night the rain decided to linger throughout the morning. Good day to explore the medieval town of Monpazier and the widely acclaimed market day. By the time we arrived most of the rain evolved into a steady trickle.
We are here. Our GPS turned rogue and led us up, over, and around the most circuitous meandering back roads, some which we remembered from previous bike rides.
The stone walkways and cobble streets led us to the central square lined with market stalls. The find of the day was a Champagne bottle stopper which we neglected to bring in our France survival kit.
Every outing needs a mission. Today was finding the perfect tomato. Mission accomplished. A long drive deserves a reward, and this was it.
We found a table inside the boulangerie. Warm and dry was best suited for this kind of day. The cafe Americana and midday pastry was perfect for the moment.
Just the right combination of chocolate and pastry - not too much but not too little. Perfect.
The obligatory church was perfectly situated in Centre Ville. Not much to look at from the outside but interior sanctuary had stained glass panels on every wall which colorfully illuminated the space by the receding clouds and emerging sun.
This shop featured wood carving and creative 33 RPM LP Vinyl records hand cut the old fashion way with a coping saw. For the more modern artisans (Alex Maule) a laser cutter can accomplish the same results with precision in a fraction of the time.
Lunch was suitably delayed for the terrace to dry and minimally bread, butter, smoked salmon, and a magnificent tomato Kim snagged at the market. The market tomatoes sends us back in time when a tomato tasted like a tomato should..
