The Cheese Hutch

I’d barely slept in my own bed before I was off again, up with the birds Tuesday morning for an early train to Saint-Rémy-de-Provence on a 36 hour work trip and coffee in hand I enjoyed the quiet train ride, the first time I’ve spent alone in weeks. Upon arrival I managed to rush through all my tasks in order to spend some time by the pool and then enjoyed the excitement of a festival dedicated to local heritage and traditions which seemed to involve 100 horses roaming the village, along with panisse (chickpea flour fritters) dusted in coarse sea salt, thick slabs of beef on the BBQ and people on the dance floor until the early hours of the morning.