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| January 27th, 2017 | Continued

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Covid French Friday



Covid French Friday, is, as you will understand, pretty much the same for the French people as for the rest of the Western World. They endure virus-imposed restrictions like social distancing, and irregular hours of certain business and their justly loved French restaurants.

But the Covid Virus in France, as difficult as it if for the French, pales in comparison to the United States. Now with 200,000 dead, 40 thousand unemployed, protests, repression, killer cops and a mentally challenged president who claims: “hardly anyone has been affected.”

Whatever the French may think of President Macron, they don’t doubt his mental capacity. And, looking across the water on this Covid Friday, the French people are, despite the deaths and hardship, “happy to be here.” And not -“there.”

That said, not all French are experiencing Covid in the same manner. Or to the same degree.

In the major cities, notably Paris and Marseille, the rates of infection, as you would expect from urban density, are greater. Likewise the advised precautions.

But in the French countryside, particular the very rural areas, the ones the French call: “Le France Profunde” – lives there have been significantly less affected. Again, a function of less density.

And, although legally, masks are mandatory nationwide, in the French Countryside, the reality is that they’re usually only worn in supermarkets or other businesses where you’ll be in contact with strangers.

Other than that, Covid French Friday, in “Le France Profunde”, looks pretty much like this:





French Travel Secret REVEALED




French Travel Secret Revealed  is where I reveal the down side of being DA BG.  Yes, Virginia, there IS  a negative smiley face in my otherwise blissful existence. A subtle frown that creases the face of carefree revelry.

Like a wine that is almost perfect, My French Life has a touch of tannin. The bitter flavor of (ugh) responsibility. Which means that the French Cycling Gourmet is NEVER on a carefree holiday. Because dear reader, he’s always thinking of you.  Thinking of how much you would enjoy what he is enjoying. And is therefore obliged to hip you to whatever trip he happens to be on.

bicyclegourmetThis one is to a region of la Belle France that doesn’t get a lot of press. And for me, and the folks who dwell herein, that’s jus’ fine.

It is above the too famed Provence, and borders the Haute Alps and the Alps Maritime. Folks, meet la Drome Provencal. The southernmost part of la Drome proper. (my non altzheimer readers may recall THIS POST)

Like it’s southern neighbour, la Drome Provencal has an equally agreeable climate. Allowing it to produce wine, fruits and herbs in massive quantities. Sharing a big slice of Mt. Ventoux, means that it’s some serious sport candy for cyclists of the lyra clad “speed thrills” variety. (my cycling opposites, as you are no doubt well aware.)

Other than the ubiquitous tourism, Lavender and herbs are La Drome Provencal’s main exports.

What rattles my cage about this region is that it’s “the road less travelled”, (with virtually the same climate as the road too often travelled) there’s NO industry, (so, no pollution) and, with more villages than cities, plus mountains all around, you can get lost here.

With your camera, bien sur.








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French Gourmet. Is there any other kind? Any other possible adjective? Do not “French” and “Gourmet” go together like bread ‘n butter?, like salt ‘n pepper? And more importantly, like wine and cheese?