When traveling to France I’m often asked if I’m visiting Americans friends.  My response is always “No, I’m visiting French friends.”.  When I follow this up with “in Clermont Ferrand” faces often become contorted with laughter or concern.

The French are wondering and maybe worried why I’m visiting a city known for dark colored stone, volcanos and Michelin tires.

I visit Clermont every year… first and foremost to visit my friend Claudine, followed by my French boyfriend, Mammi Nicole’s cooking, Claudine’s kitchen, hiking in Le Puy de Dôme, and my newest discovery Claudine’s boulanger (baker).

“How did I miss the boulanger ?!?!”.  Claudine explained I always visit in July when the boulanger is on vacation.

But as it was June Claudine introduced us and explained why I’d never been to see him before.   He communicated through Claudine in French to tell me he loves me, confirm if I like les bons choses (to eat well) and gave us the details on how the boulangerie is managed and run since he retired and sold it.

As the line continued to grow behind us and the boulanger continued to talk, the clientele waited patiently. There was no grumbling, impatient humming or walking out…a small French price to pay to ensure you get some of the best bread and pastries in Clermont.

As you can imagine I’m also in love and I’m looking forward to my next visit to Clermont which definitely won’t be in July.

Enjoy!

Leslie