I decided that tonight would be a gastronomic treat. Th e region of Perigord is renowned for its use of Duck and Goose in its cuisine, so it would have been rude not to partake. By the time I found the Aire (TomTom tried to steer me through the ‘projects’ and I feared of I stopped moving at a junction the wheels would have disappeared), it was just about dark, so I shot off into town to track down a suitable restaurant.
After a wander through the streets of the old town and a perusal of many menus, I settled on a small place with a nice atmosphere that looked like it needed the business. In truth, they all looked like they needed the business, but it was still relatively early (and others were busy when I left).
I made the right choice. A very amiable couple who owned it and had lived in London for 12 years and now back in France for the last 6. I went for the Pâté de Fois Gras for the Entree, and Maigret de Canard for the Plat Principaux (I think I spelt that right). The obligatory Assiette de Fromages and une Café to round things off – oh and of course a couple of small glasses of house red to keep things lubricated!
It was an absolute délice!