This past weekend, the lovely missus and I took a trip out west, to the Gers. The reason was – quelle surprise – wine.
Last March, we went to a wine festival in St. Mont and picked up some bottles. We also ordered some which wouldn’t be available until this year. Well, a couple of weeks ago, we received a letter from the vintners saying, “Come and get it.” Or something like that. And so we did.
After picking up our nearly forgotten purchase, we decided we’d go take a look at one of Les Plus Beaux Villages de France, We’ve visited several of these villages before – some we thought were indeed quite pretty, others not so much – but we hadn’t ever visited a place called Fources. Since it was only a 40-minute drive from where we were after getting the wine, we thought it was worth a shot.
Granted, it was a grey, dreary day, but the place was cute enough:
The town has the only round ‘square’ in the Gers and it dates from the 13th century. To see a few more pix, click here.
Since we out there in the Gers, the heart of armagnac country, the missus thought I should try to pick some up. As we entered Fources, we saw a road sign for Domaine de Magnaut, a distiller of armagnac and one that I had bought from previously at either a wine fair or at a Christmas market. A couple of klicks down the road and – voila! – there we were. It was a touch before 5:00 and the sign said they they were open from 2 till 7. The sign lied. And so we left and went looking for another distillery that was open. No luck.
We decided let’s head to the ‘capital’ of the area, a large town/small city called – insert your own joke (sort of a pun here) – Condom. It’s also referred to as Condom-en-Armagnac. We’ve visited here before, even been to the Armagnac Museum – which was, alas, closed – in fact. But do you suppose we could find a place that was open and sold armagnac? Nope. Wasn’t meant to be.
Moral of the story: Don’t go on day trips in late January – things are dreary or closed. Or both.
Final note: About halfway home, on the east side of Auch, and it’s dark now. We’re entering a roundabout and M says, “What’s that stuff in the middle of the road?” It was snow. Our first sighting of the season. Luckily, it was only around for a couple of klicks. (Unfortunately, there’s been an Arctic cold front in Europe – even southern FR – this past week and we’ve seen snow here the past couple of days.)