Monaco or Bust… Day 2

A Long Drive, back to the 12th C

Before I tell you about our day, I just want to have a rant about hair, anyone who tells you that leaving your hair to dry naturally will lead to tousled, beach wave locks is talking bollocks. No 240 volt access means no hairdryer, so after letting my hair dry naturally last night, this morning I look like I’ve had a fight with Helena Bonham Carter’s hairdresser and my hair won.

To make it to Pérouges by lunchtime, meant we had an early start. We were on the road by 8 am and once again France was deserted, we wound our way through the French countryside, meeting mostly tractors. We drove through acres and acres of fertile farmland and slopes of vineyards, passing by Chablis, Montrechet & Mersault to name a few and had one stop at a striking Church on top of a hill.

Pérouges is a beautiful medieval village perched on a hill with the French Alps completing the backdrop. It was a beautiful, warm day and as tourist season has yet to really kick in, the village was relatively deserted which made our meander around the cobbled streets more atmospheric. We had a lovely lunch in the village square, Charlie had the local delicacy of Perougeoise, Bresse chicken with dauphinois potatoes in a mustard sauce.

Our overnight stop was a couple of hours drive away, in St Hilaire de Brens at a farm which had ducks, geese, pigs and sheep plus the bonus of a farm shop, so dinner was sorted. Our pitch overlooks the farm,towards the Alps, Mont Blanc can be seen on a very, very clear day (today was too hazy) and we purchased duck breast, pork and beer from the shop.