Fontange and the magic truffade

We visited my grand-ma and my uncle in Fontange a small and beautiful village in the Cantal. Jean-Louis and I went to Salers to buy some breads. It was so much fun. Jean-Louis stopped every time He saw a car, a farmer to say hello and chat. I could not believe it, He must know every single person 50 miles around.

To make it even better, my grand-ma prepared that really magic truffade that I have not tested anywhere else.

View from our bedroom in Palmont. Not bad at all:)

The door of the main house. Probably has old as the house so let's say 200 years old.

Nice vista from Salers.


Jean-Louis my uncle.

Some curdle from the Cantal (the cheese) which is the main ingredient for the truffade (with the potatoes of course).

My grand-ma working out the truffade until the perfect consistence is achieved.

My dad and uncle having a good time watching my grand-ma making the truffade.


Nice flower.

Pelleloup

For my vacation in France, I traveled from San Francisco to Paris. In Paris, the bus drove me from the airport to the train station (gare de Lyon).

Francois Mitterrand library in Paris.

Gare de Lyon with the fast train in blue.


Gare de Lyon outside view.

My uncle Jean-Louis.

Abandoned house near my dad's home.

Sun rise from my bedroom.

Stone for the memory of resistant killed by the Nazi during the WWII.

Not so afraid cow with tags on it ears.

Boudou

After the lunch we decided to visit Boudou. A near by village where my Grandpa started as farmer several decades ago. The view is breathtaking. I wish the winter could be less cold and long.




Local cow (breed named Salers) with awsome landscape








Family Rouchy (from left to right)
Claire, Benoit, Carole, Jean-Louis and Claude
(where is Lucas?)












Boudou typical village in the Cantal area













The bread wooden oven












My uncle Jean-Louis and my dad Claude posing in front the house where they were born some decade ago



















Lucas getting "Oeuf a la neige" at the Fau village