Monday, 8 September 2008

Sunday Drive to Eymet

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Nothing is ever that simple.. we had to stop off at Monpazier for a quick look around their vide-grenier. We also had a spot of lunch at the same time but it really was a whiz past once affair.

Moving right onto Eymet, which is pronounced A-may. Yes, that's sounds weird but "e" is pronounced like an "a" and the "t" is of course silient.  Someone mentioned this place (i.e. Amay) to us months ago but I could never find it on the map until I asked for the spelling and VOILA!!

Eymet is a medieval bastide town and is situated on the meandering river Dropt. The origin of the bastide dates back to 1270 but the area was populated well back into Roman times and most certainly before.  The bastide still has most of its original architecture, including a small keep/ castle that has been recently restored.  Basically it is yet another beautiful medieval french town which, as a result, is popular with tourists and english invaders (sorry I meant migrants). 

We were well impressed, worth the visit.  Someone also thought it had some cool shops that would be worth visiting.  I think we are going back on Tuesday when said shops are open.  Jack found some cool cars parked in the central square which perked up his interest.  We tried to have a coffee and treat for the kids but service was too slow and then it started to rain so we beat a hasty retreat back home trying to avoid running over any camouflaged hunters or terrified prey.

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Pork Chops

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All I had to shoot him with was my 'ol trusty Canon PowerShot A710IS.  

Bang! nailed 'im.

 

Hunting season started up this weekend with a roar (or a bark).  We went out for a drive on Sunday and along every back county road you could find a slow but steady stream of eager hunters decked in army fatigue with bright fluorescent hats.

Now, as a result, the entire network of forest animals are in a state of panicked migration.  Our dogs are constantly disappearing to chase off 'herds' of deer and pigs that have been evicted from their summer holiday homes.

We came across this chap on Sunday just up around the corner from home.  It is unusual to see wild pigs out of the dense bush but this guy seemed a bit lost and confused.  I'll bet €10 he ended up as someone's pork chops on the BBQ on Sunday night. We weren't invited.