What an idyllic place.
Monsieur Adam is our host and he gingerly prepared our petit dejeuner of fresh bread rolls, soft boiled eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, an assortment of homemade jam, and coffee and tea every morning. We stopped at the boucherie yesterday to buy jambon and pate and had that for our breakfast as well. Monsieur Adam told us stories about the history of the place, the Spanish, French, German occupations (not necessarily in that order) and about life in Bouillon in general. I wouldn't know from looking at him, but the man can laugh.
I was taking some bags out to the car and walked through the alleyway next to the house. There were posters on the wall (in French) that I never paid attention to. I finally paused and with my pocket dictionary, I worked through every single word on this sign:
|Church of Peter and Paul|
Oui, c'est la Bouillon.
|Front stoop of la maison de Monsieur Adam|
P.S. More pictures are coming!
|Our temporary cache pour deux jours dans Bouillon|