Most recently we took a trip to the Beaujolais region, only maybe 30 minutes away from Lyon, which is known for its wine. My friend from work, Noelle, and her boyfriend, Theo, drove us out to Theo's mom's house. A ride in a car feels like a luxury now, so just that was exciting, but they cooked a big lunch for us with Quennelle, a traditional Lyonaise dish, we brought along a Charlotte poire cake, and then we were able to walk through another tiny town, Charnay, and through some vineyards. Even though everyone came to the agreement that Beaujolais wine isn't the greatest, we were thrilled to be able to see the region.
The newly-planted flowers in the Place Rouville sign make our view even that much better.
Charnay was having its Sunday market, including a vendor selling boudin. This is not at all the same boudin that is sold in Louisiana. The English translation is actually blood sausage. It's one of the very hard-core regional specialties that neither of us have gotten around to trying (and maybe never will). It's basically blood, intestines, and general stuff from the lower half of the pig. This guy had huge coils of it, hot and fresh out of his boiling pot, and people were buying it left and right! The locals love it!
after walking through some vineyards, the view coming back into Charnay
vineyards in the Beaujolais
Tom and I have a bad habit of wearing matching outfits without meaning to.
Though there are a lot of scenic, picturesque villages made of stone in our area of France, one of the distinctive things about Charnay is that the stone has a yellowy-gold color, so when direct sunlight falls on it, it has a warm, goldy color that the other villages don't have.
There are several shops in Lyon selling serious cowby gear and we've always wondered who the clientel is because we never see anyone in Lyon wearing the clothes. Now we've finally found some of them, in Charnay of all places.
Theo's mom's house is situated on a hill right in the middle of vineyards. It's beautiful! From the hill, you can see horses, cows, and hear roosters. It's so close to Lyon but feels so far removed.
The newly-planted flowers in the Place Rouville sign make our view even that much better.
Charnay was having its Sunday market, including a vendor selling boudin. This is not at all the same boudin that is sold in Louisiana. The English translation is actually blood sausage. It's one of the very hard-core regional specialties that neither of us have gotten around to trying (and maybe never will). It's basically blood, intestines, and general stuff from the lower half of the pig. This guy had huge coils of it, hot and fresh out of his boiling pot, and people were buying it left and right! The locals love it!
after walking through some vineyards, the view coming back into Charnay
vineyards in the Beaujolais
Tom and I have a bad habit of wearing matching outfits without meaning to.
Though there are a lot of scenic, picturesque villages made of stone in our area of France, one of the distinctive things about Charnay is that the stone has a yellowy-gold color, so when direct sunlight falls on it, it has a warm, goldy color that the other villages don't have.
There are several shops in Lyon selling serious cowby gear and we've always wondered who the clientel is because we never see anyone in Lyon wearing the clothes. Now we've finally found some of them, in Charnay of all places.
Theo's mom's house is situated on a hill right in the middle of vineyards. It's beautiful! From the hill, you can see horses, cows, and hear roosters. It's so close to Lyon but feels so far removed.
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