Autumn. Italy. It’s time of black and white truffle. Of course, we had to go, watch and learn.
All hotels in Alba were full and we had to book a room in Barbaresco, in 5 km from the city. After driving for several hours searching for the hotel, we finally found it hidden among vineyards. On the bright side, there was a gorgeous family restaurant nearby. I still remember the taste of veal and salad made of several celery species. Certainly, all the dishes contained truffle. We spent a couple of wonderful evenings in this restaurant enjoying the food and drinking superior Piedmont wine.
Cancale. Low tide. Cutters and boats stay right on the sand. People in rubber boots walk around and gather... oysters.
Having gathered 2–3 dozens, they slowly put them in the bicycle trunk, where a bottle of white wine is already looking out. That is a dinner of a Frenchman.
There is an oyster farm at the end of a quay. Small tractors drive here as well, collect boxes with oysters and load them on pallets. The pavilions are located nearby, where you may taste oysters for a small price. This temptation is practically irresistible. Having bought a dozen of oysters, sprinkle them with lemon juice and send this delicacy into your mouth. Sitting on the parapet of the dike and enjoying the delicate, inimitable taste of oysters, we throw out seashells in the sea, where seagulls are already waiting for them.
Mont Saint-Michel Island.
At the present time it is an island, but many years ago it was a part of a mainland. Now the island is connected with a mainland with a dike. And as it is common in Normandy: very high tides, during which the island can be reached only by boat, and at low tide you walk on dry.
There is only one street on the island – Grande Rue. Restaurants, souvenir shops and small hotels are on the both sides of it.
I would like to tell about the famous restaurant La Mère Poulard. It has gain fame for its branded omelets, cooked in a stove on a frying pan with a long handle.