Aubterre

Somewhere between days three and five of the great french roadtrip, Chuck, Natasha and I got back in the car to explore the lesser known villages 100km east of Bordeaux. In all reality, we were looking for a french restaurant where Chuck once had this amazing meal. Trouble was, he knew the village started with a C or was it an A? So really, our needle-in-a-haystack-expedition turned into two winding day trips through small villages.

We only almost ran entirely out of petrol once. We only crashed one anglo-french wedding taking place in the front of a beautiful restaurant with beautiful salad nicoises. And in the end we came back with beautiful wine from a bordeaux vineyard, blocks of cheese from the mean cheese lady, one hat and a sunburn. Success.





Fran(c)k the dyslexic butcher located in SW france's dodgiest small town
more ridiculously named villages
driving into the sunset

one more day in the pretty french towns.