A Fathers Day Breakfast with a Sparkle!

As a Fathers Day treat a Picnic breakfast was called for, to our delight the morning was full of surprises.

First a visit to Maison Carré at Castelnaud-la-Chapelle for some wonderful pastries and breakfast by the river. It was a little chilly yesterday morning but we still enjoyed the peace of the river Dordogne.

Then for our first surprise:-Vintage cars, a Brocante and Vide Grenier, who could ask for more.
This is Paul’s favourite of the morning.
He was a rally driver in his (much) younger years and his love of fast and fascinating cars still holds true today.
 

I picked the very showy Stingray, enough said I think.
 

Two more wow my goodness cars

 

and then off to the Brocante.
If you are ever in Daglan you must call in at the Brocante. The owner pictured above was present with a nice display of antiques and bric-a-brac.
I was very tempted with the vintage containers.
 

All that was needed was the sunshine to make it perfect.
 
 

Then on to the Sunday market at St Cyprien

Who needs sunshine when you have this magnificent display of colour not only along the main road in St Cyprien but the side streets and car parks as well.
 

This display was superb. Wow, paper wisteria pink and blue hanging from the sky.
 
 

We have brilliant news, Association Pirate, cat rescue now have an office in the Presbytery in Daglan. They are open Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday from 14:00 to 17:30.

A Pirate from their Facebook page


They do brilliant work rescuing unwanted cats and placing them into new homes. So if you would like a cat to adopt or foster do call in. I think that they are also happy to receive cat food and toys. They will also help if you have lost a cat in the area. Take a look at their facebook page for the latest news.
 
 

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All I need is a Château!

A Brocante in Daglan village always draws in the crowds from far and wide. Paul and I were there early in search of a bargain or two. We are still looking for a wardrobe for the guest bedroom and a chair for the veranda. But sadly we could not find what we were after. However, the following are just a few of my favourite things that I loved in this years Brocante.

Ne Pas Toucher. I just wanted to have one small touch.
 

Paul and a neighbour. “I love that painting, and the china dishes”.
 

Superb selection of just about everything was to be found over the weekend period.
 

Somehow I have a magnet that always draws me to the vintage linen stall.
 

Now these bed warmers would be handy for next Winter.
 

All I need now is a Château to go with the spinning wheels.
 

Think CSI Las Vagus and the miniature serial killer – or is it just me. Where is the miniature body? For anyone who did not see this series of CSI Las Vegas, a miniature model of the room that murder was in to be committed was cratered by the murder in such fine detail that it was an exact copy of the room were the body would be found.
 
 

Upcoming changes to the opening hours of our village 8 à Huit Supermarket. Summer is nearly here.
 
 

V-E Day

8th May 1945 was the date that Charles de Gaulle announced the end of World War Two and which is celebrated each year through out Europe. In France it is marked as a public holiday were people come together not only to celebrate the end of the War but to remember those who fought courageously and who would never return to their loved ones.

Proudly carrying the French flag through the streets of Daglan.
 

It always brings a lump to my throat when I see the flag being raised. I remember all of the French Resistance documentaries that I watched many years ago.
 

A bugler played the last post, then a minute silence was performed which was followed by the French National Anthem which I really must learn. Our Marie reminded us all about what the people fought for. Liberté, égalité and fraternité.
 

After the commemoration ceremony everyone was asked to go to the Marie for an apero and delicious nibbles.
 
 

Event:- this Saturday in Sarlat a Brocante next to the College. See you all there. I am still looking for a chair or sofa, plus a wardrobe to restore.
 
 

Once more, here is Sarlat.

For no other reason than I never get tied of taking pictures of this medieval/renaissance town, especially on market days. It is magical but you need to arrive early if you want to park your car during the tourist season. On a Saturday and Wednesday morning fresh produce is for sale along the pedestrianised Place de la Liberté which runs all the way down the old quarter, while on Saturday, along the main Rue de la République you can buy anything from shoes, leather goods, linen clothes, books, toys, tableware and more.

Ready to sell their fruit, vegetables, cheeses, bread and cakes.
 

A walnut grinder demonstration.
 

Fantastic display of mushrooms.
 

We always make a point of wondering the maze of side streets of Sarlat to find hidden gems. This gem of a courtyard was found down Rue Alberic Cahuet. I love the old stones which they used for planters and the olive tree centrepiece.
 

Second hidden gem, flower pots shaped to sit perfectly onto the iron rail. what a brilliant idea.
 
 

Events:-

Sarlat market days, Wednesday for fresh produce and Saturday for the full market.

Daglan, market every Sunday morning.

La Rogue-Gageac market every Friday morning.

Castelnaud-la-Chapelle, Brocante, 13th July 8:00 to 18:00

Marqueyssac – Candlelight evening with entertainment. Every Thursday from seven PM until midnight in July and August.

A Sgt. Pepper moment!

On our arrival at the Brocante in Sarlat last Saturday morning the first thing that I noticed was a Sgt. Pepper’s costume and wow it did bring back fond memories of the Beatles brilliant album and the area of “flower power”.

I remember my parents not letting me get a ticket to go to a Beatles concert because they thought that they were a bad influence! So I stood outside the concert hall with hundreds of other fans waiting for the Beatles to come out, I was a few inches for Paul.

It is fifty years since Sgt. Pepper Lonely Hearts Club Band was released.
 

Another wonderful memory recalled from seeing this peddle car.

A boy that lived on the same road as my family had a red peddle car for his Birthday that I fell in love with. I was only five or six.
 

This is one of the brilliant things about Brocantes, the memories, whether it is your own memories or other peoples memories. For example; when I look at linen pillow cases that have been embroidered with the initials of the persons name and I wonder who the person was and what history do they have?
 

Wonderful copper pans gleaming in the sun.
 

We found a chair for the veranda and it is so comfy. Unfortunately only one chair so Paul and I are on a “time share”, one hour me, one hour Paul, it works until we find another chair, perhaps at the Daglan Brocante this weekend, 3rd and 4th.