Cheese and more

One of the principal reasons, if not the primary reason (in my view anyhow) for moving to France is the availability of fresh, unpasteurized goat cheese.

I have memories from when I was 9 of driving through the countryside here with my mom, stopping at goat farms, and being shown into wood huts where the cheeses were dripping their whey into the dirt below. I've loved goat cheese ever since. The fresher the better.

And so you can understand my thirst for it now. And not so far from home, near a village called La Vacquerie, we spotted a sign by the side of the road. And so it goes.

Turns out they had more than cheese so fresh it was literally milked two days ago; they had goats for Kepler to play with as well. Some of them so small they still had umbilical cords.

Kepler loves baby anythings.

And then, because we were so close to La Vacquerie, we decided to check it out. We'd heard there were some houses for sale up this way. And look what we found:

Sweet, eh? With a for sale sign and everything. I'll have to make the call. See what it is. The hunt for cheese has never led me astray before. Maybe this is a winner.