The French: they talk food, they seek food, they cherish food, they live food.
dievca knew that.
It became more clear throughout the week while driving all over Normandy. Many restaurants are/were closed for the August Holidays and finding food became a challenge. Dealing with a “foodie” increased the stress. It meant that running to a supermarché became imperative.
After a really bad meal at a desperate Chinese restaurant stop,
dievca was all for having food on hand.
That said, dievca and her friend ran into some great food, too. A Senegalese chicken and rice joint on the edge of the Seine River run by a very elegant and social Lady. A new Japanese Restaurant in the University section of Lille started by a young Chinese girl with her Mom helping. A local restaurant recommended by the Lady of a chambre d’hotes off the beaten path, yet, 10 minutes away from the Le Mont-Saint-Michel walk.
And dievca cannot forget the various pâtisserie and salon de thé.
This post was brought to mind when dievca’s friend went into full-blown conversation about the differences between food from Normandy vs. Brittany at the breakfast table for 30 minutes one morning. The stereotypes are there for a reason:
France = Food.
Photos: dievca 08/2018 France