Saturday Lunch in Goujounac.

After our busy morning of market activities in Gourdon, we decided to visit the village of Goujounac and have a lunch date at the "Hostellerie de Goujounac".

The Hostellerie is a Hotel, Restaurant, Bar and has a terrace and garden.

We arrived in time for our reservation and were warmly greeted and seated at our table beside the crackling fire. 

Even though, it was not a rainy day and the sun was shining, the temperatures were still a bit cool, and the stone walled buildings are always colder ... the fire provided a lovely ambiance for an enjoyable lunch date.

The food was delicious and the service by the husband and wife team was friendly and attentive.

After lunch we strolled the village streets, and pride of ownership is evident everywhere you look... subject of another post.

Give this place a try for lunch or dinner, a drink or if you need a place to stay try one of their rooms.

Hostellerie de Goujounac

Le Bourg 

46250 Goujounac

33 0565 366867

Visit their website for full details....  www.goujounac.com

 

For our lunch we chose the menu de midi at €15 which included a starter, main dish, dessert and a glass of wine.

Aperitifs....

Tomato soup...

Turkey curry on a bed of rice...

Crème brûlée...

Saturday Morning at the Gourdon Market!

No need for umbrellas today!

There was no rain. Clouds and sunshine made for a hive of activity at the Satruday market in Gourdon.

Lots of producers and plenty of choice and selection.

With our bags full of vegetables, fruits, etc... We found an outdoor café to enjoy a cup of coffee.

The Sound of Music in a French Village!

There are so many sounds in a French village.

The many birds whistling in harmony, and the cuckoo birds who seem to keep time with the Church bells.

Last evening Monsieur Honey was whistling with the local feathered friends...and receiving return calls.

The clip clop of the horses and ponies riding by the cottage...today, it was a thundering sound as two of the horses were loose and on the run.

 On Thursday and Sunday mornings the horn of the visiting butcher's truck announcing his arrival in the square. 

It sounds like a French horn...no pun intended..actually, it is a bit like the sound of French police car sirens.

And sometimes there is a loud gunshot...very near...perhaps the "chasse".

The neighbouring horses naying as if to say "Bonjour" when we walk out to the car...Monsieur Honey has introduced himself by presenting the single horse with some carrots. This horse could be "Mr. Ed".

And of course, once in awhile even if you can't see them you will hear the thundering roar of jet powered French Airforce training airplanes flying low overhead, usually two... one chasing the other.