Showing posts with label Le Pont de Meure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Le Pont de Meure. Show all posts

Wednesday 15 January 2020

Super Sights

Dolmen de Confolens
We weren’t expecting the sight that greeted us at the entrance to the cemetery at Confolens. As fans of megaliths we heard there was an interesting one there and, good grief, we were shocked when we saw this massive stone sarcophagus carved with dragons sitting on top of a dolmen. The tomb is for Cecile Crevelier who died in 1884. Her husband, M. Gontier, either loved her a lot or was a very superstitious man.

We’d spent the previous night in Nersac. Being too late for lunch at Le Ponte De Meure was not a problem for the patron of the restaurant. His wife had the idea of doing us a takeaway which turned out to be a three course meal for 13 euros each. Unfortunately we were talked into a bottle of wine which we discovered, too late, was 28 euros so it turned out a little more expensive than we expected. Oh well, the homemade endive salad, cassoulet, and plum cake was particularly yummy and we didn’t have to eat again ... until next time.
Food for days

Last night Hugo was thrilled to spend the evening in an actual house when we visited friends, Steve and Cathy, who were kind enough to cook us dinner. Luckily they love dogs and weren’t upset even when he sang along to the ringing of the telephone and attacked their neighbour. (Don’t worry, he barked but didn’t bite.)
Will I ever see the inside of a house again?
Our hosts
Bellac is a pretty hillside village with, of course, a lovely church, a river that floods occasionally, and a lively artistic community. We worked up an appetite on an uphill walk there before our yummy dinner at our host’s house. who doesn’t love goat’s cheese in puff pastry, chicken and rice, more cheese, and chocolate cake. Hugo was particularly keen on the chicken skin.
Bellac
This morning we strolled around the church of the amusingly named St Hilaire in a nearby belle village. Impressive misericords peeped out from the choir stalls and we enjoyed a 14th century Madonna and child and a naive statue of St Hilaire himself.
Like a Virgin


St Hilaire (ious)

Misericords
I’m ready for my closeup 

The gang 
Thanks to Steve and Cathy for their fabulous hospitality.

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