Angerville
Last Week on the Road
My Epic Journey So Far
Today’s Weather Report
Day 75: Woke up to a chilling 5.61°C in Angerville, but let me tell you, it feels more like 2.45°C. Overcast clouds are lingering about like grumpy gnomes at a garden party. The humidity stands at 75%, which is just enough to frizz my beard! And don’t get me started on the wind speed – 4.29 m/s! It’s a good day to be a stone figure, unless you’re a gnome facing the risk of becoming an accidental kite. All in all, it’s a typical gnome-freezing, beard-bristling French day. Ah, the joys of gnomadic life!
Baguetting to Angerville!
I tottered my way down the picturesque streets of Fleury-les-Aubrais and waved au revoir to its charming houses, bustling streets, and the friendly faces I had come to know. As I trudged along, I found myself humming “Aux Champs-Élysées,” a classic French song that goes “Dans la grande rue, dans la petite ruelle” (In the big street, in the little alley). It was my companion, as I left behind the familiar and ventured into the unknown.
The journey was as beautiful as it was long, and I made a fascinating observation. I noticed that as I moved further from Fleury-les-Aubrais, the architecture started to change subtly. The buildings in Angerville had a distinct medieval charm to them, a beautiful testament to the town’s rich history.
Upon reaching Angerville, I was welcomed by the sight of the majestic Church of Saint Pierre, its stone walls standing tall and proud against the azure sky. It was a sight to behold and a reminder that “La beauté est dans les yeux de celui qui regarde”, as they say in French – “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
74 days on the road, 2067.1 kilometers under my belt, and countless memories later, I am here in Angerville. I’ve had the pleasure of visiting Olivet, Orléans, Fleury-les-Aubrais, and Rambouillet before this. Each city, with its unique charm and character, has made this journey all the more enriching.
As a wise man once said, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” And so, my friends, I continue to step, one tiny gnome foot at a time. Until next time, au revoir et à bientôt!
Wandering Angerville’s Streets
Gnome-handled Garden Gradients
Painted en plein air while taking in the sights of Angerville.
— Oliver the Gnome, aspiring artist
Angerville: Cézanne’s Coq au Canvas!
One fascinating thing I’ve gleaned here is that this city was a favorite of the famous French artist, Paul Cézanne. He once said, ‘La France ne se décrit pas, elle se peint‘ – ‘France cannot be described, it must be painted.’ Standing amidst the picturesque streets of Angerville, I can surely see why!
The second gem lies in Angerville’s gastronomy. The city is known for a classic French dish, Coq au Vin, believed to have been a favorite of the legendary poet Victor Hugo. The dish is described in French as ‘un mélange de poulet, de vin et d’amour‘ – a mix of chicken, wine, and love.
Ah, Angerville! A city that feeds both the artist’s palette and the stomach – truly a place that embraces the essence of la belle France!
Coq Au Vin-ning in Angerville
Bonjour from the quaint town of Angerville! This place is a gastronomic delight, truly a “fête de la bouche” (feast for the mouth). The food scene here is a vibrant mix of traditional French cuisine and innovative culinary experiments. Their specialty, Coq au Vin, a chicken dish slow-cooked in local wine, is not just food but an experience. A lesser-known yet delightful dish is Tartine d’Angerville, a unique take on the open sandwich. Angerville’s food scene is a delightful medley of ‘old’ and ‘new’, a “mélange de l’ancien et du nouveau”. So, if you’re ever in France, make sure to stop by this gastronomic gem. Bon Appétit!
See you tomorrow!
Around the World on Foot, in Many, Many Days 