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So, we were driving, and driving, and then we were driving some more and then decided to take a break from all the bloody driving! Conveniently, our good friend Julien had a mother who cooks and a mate with a house nearby in a quaint French village! We overdosed on cheese and enjoyed the delicacies of Julien’s grandmother who spoke little English, but made it quite clear that if we didn’t have a second helping of everything we’d be in big trouble! After dinner, we returned the favor of food by playing some tunes. Peghouse Rise was well received, and we even made a grown man who works with rough underprivileged juveniles cry! We ate consistently for 4 days straight, with the only exercise coming from churning a pedalo through a crystal glass lake. Oh it’s a hard life.
At one point we ventured into the mountains to find the source of France’s finest green liquor – Chartreuse. This concoction is brewed by silent monks who hand pick a specific selection of fresh herbs throughout the year. The recipe is a mystery to us all, but it tastes good and boy, does it have a kick! As we danced the night away, we forgot all about our cheese chins!
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