Sometimes the best days are the ones you don't anticipate to be particularly memorable. I am learning, more and more, that the perceived success of most things in life relates to expectations. When they are low, there is room to be pleasantly surprised. When they are high, it's difficult to measure up. Needless to say, I am working on the former, which I believe will be a happier route.
Anyway, one Wednesday, when the children did not have school (in France they do not have school on Wednesdays), we took advantage of a short burst of sun and drove east to the Lot department. Although only an hour and a half away, the scenery was completely different from our little, lush green valley in the Dordogne. On the docket for the day was a stop at a fortified, Medieval mill called Cougnaguet, en route to Rocamadour (pictures forthcoming!).
The road to the mill, just off the main road, which was really not much of a road--it barely fit two cars--looked like this image above. I didn't know what to expect at this point, but I was certainly intrigued.
Once we rounded this curve, the excitement set in...the cool turquoise from the river, the chartreuse green grass and the warm, limestone cliffs stopped me in my tracks. Nature created one of the prettiest color palettes I've seen to date. I quickly pulled over our van to snap a picture.
After the kids had made a sufficient amount of racket, the friendly mill operator came walking out of the building. I was relieved! As we were the only visitors at the time, we were able to begin our tour immediately.
To summarize, construction on the mill began in the late 13th century, finishing up in the middle of the next century around 1350. It has the capacity to produce 3 tons of flour each day, and the reason it was fortified was because during times of famine, it was often attacked. This mill produced flour until 1959...can you believe that? After tasting the delicious flour, we wondered why they stopped! We found it absolutely incredible that a building could function properly for hundreds of years. I wish quality like this still existed!
After some hit or miss weather all month, we were thrilled with the sunshine that day. Clearly I wasn't the only person enjoying the warmth. When I exited the mill to find out where my children had disappeared to, I discovered them all playing by the river together. No fighting, no bickering, no discontent of any kind. This was the part where low expectations paid off--I did not anticipate this moment, but it made me so happy to find them making daisy chains, tying flowers with grass and throwing sticks into the river.
At the end of our visit, the mill operator allowed us to each take a bag of flour home...so that's 6 bags in all (Gray needed some for his pancakes, right?). I couldn't wait to put them to good use. We stocked up on two bags each of the 3 types of flour--all varying in weight. Some were fine and others were more hearty. But all ground on the same, Medieval "equipment".
More images from the afternoon below...I will never forget this day.
I love little adventures like this. What a fun experience!
ReplyDeleteNo school on Wednesdays! That is so fun!! I wish they would do that in the US :)
ReplyDeleteJana @ 333 Days of Hand Lettering
Oh Steph these photos are gorgeous! Keep 'em coming! And your cute kids fit right into that fantastic scenery!
ReplyDeleteI'm intrigued by the flour! What beautiful photos - and your children are gorgeous - so grown up.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely story and pictures! Thank you for sharing it. I am finding your thoughts on attitudes and expectations to be true for me, as well. Have a beautiful day.
ReplyDeleteLoved all of your children in their Frenchy-striped shirts. Happy flour to you!
ReplyDeleteSimple days are the best days!
ReplyDeleteWhat a neat day! And I love the story about the flour on the plane. :)
ReplyDelete"Is that what they're calling it these days?" That is too funny. I'd love to see the custom agent's face when he realized it was indeed flour. That's a story to pass on to your grandkids...when they're old enough of course :P
ReplyDeleteLovely photos, story and sentiments! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos Steph!
ReplyDeleteSteph, this sounds so wonderful. I love that there are so fewer things in Europe that would be called "archaic". Tis the way it should be.
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