I’m not sure why I’m finding this post a little harder than usual to write. Perhaps I’m still in a bit of a food coma after spending a long weekend in the South of France, perhaps it’s a delayed hangover from all the wine we drank… Anyway, I wanted to pop up a little post about my time there.
The reason for my trip was to visit my parents, who have a little house out in an area of France called Secondigny. They purchased it around 4 years ago and have spent the past few years shaping it up so it’s habitable – and they’ve done such a great job. My mum is the queen of budget buys and finding great second hand furniture – literally everything in the house is second hand, that has been polished up to be just as good as new.
My boyfriend and I went to visit for a long weekend, flying with Easyjet to the city of Nantes. The house is around an hour and a half away, and as with most things in the area, having a car is a necessity to getting around.
We had a great time whilst we were there – fyi there isn’t any internet, so it was a great time to relax and get some overdue reading in whilst we could. We went out to visit the local towns, villages and markets whilst stopping off for a coffee or a drink along the way.
Hands down one of my favourite parts of visiting France is getting to raid the supermarkets (for the wine, the cheese and the chocolate) and the pharmacies (for that French skincare at a normal price). We stopped off on the Saturday to pick up our favourite bits to take along for a picnic. Please see in the pic below: two types of pâté, prawns, chorizo, cheese, kebab flavoured crisps and of course, a big ol’ French baguette.
Speaking of the picnic, we hired out a boat and rowed around little pathways before stopping to eat. It was a great way to enjoy the sun, and it was so peaceful and quiet. That can be said for the area in general too, it’s a very sleepy little peaceful town, and makes a big change from living in London.
I’m also very lucky in that my mum is a great cook, and for the last evening pulled out the stops and cooked Mouclade (a lesser known version of Moules Marinieres) for the group of us. It was deliciously creamy and soaked up well by even more French baguette.
And that, in summary, is a little roundup of my weekend in France. Apologies it can’t be longer, but it really was just a relaxing weekend to chill out and enjoy.