Monday, 24th January. We say farewell to our friends and drive away from Le Mas de Gavarron, their beautiful villa near Lorgues, in radiant sunshine.
Heading east along the autoroute, we exit at Mandelieu-La Napoule and drive to Theoule-sur-Mer to visit the grave of Louise’s parents who are buried in the local cemetery, a place of great tranquility carved out of the red rock of the Massif de l’ Esterel. The surrounding hills are already beginning to burst with mimosa blossom.
Just below the cemetery, we find the road blocked by wire fencing and tape which Louise ignores. Clutching trays of pansies and polyanthus, she squeezes round the barrier determined to replant the grave. Within seconds, a police car screams up the hill. We had been caught on a hidden CCTV camera! “A landslide”, explained the gendarme. “Il est tres dangereux!”
“J’ habite l’ Angleterre”, replied Louise. “Mes parents sont enterre ici dans le cimetiere.”
” Suivez-moi!” replied the gendarme… and escorted us to the cemetery by another route at high speed.
By 1.30 we were hungry and fancied a soupe de poisson in the sun at a favourite beach restaurant just outside La Napoule. It was closed. So was Le Bistrot L’ Etage at L’ Oasis, another special favourite. So we settle for a croque monsieur at a cafe in the centre of the town.
From La Napoule we head for Le Rouret, a pretty village high in the hills north of Valbonne. Our destination is the Hotel du Clos and this is our first visit. We are not disappointed.
Set in its own garden and grounds, two classic Provencal stone-built houses offer eleven individually-decorated and utterly charming bedrooms. Before we even switch off the ignition, we are greeted in the carpark by the manager, Helene Mavon, who leads us straight to our bedroom without any of the usual check-in formalities. We are made instantly at home.
The Hotel du Clos is owned by Catherine and Daniel Ettlinger who also keep the Michelin-starred Restaurant Le Clos Saint Pierre in the centre of Le Rouret where M Ettlinger is chef-patron. Of course, we are booked for dinner.
The evening’s menu runs to five courses at a fixed price of 57 Euros. And the experience turns out to be a triumph! Among the most memorable meals we have had in France in many years. The reason is clear. M Ettlinger allows his impeccably sourced raw ingredients to shine in their own right. He does not over-work his dishes. He eschews excessive elaboration. Simplicity is his dictum. And the results are sublime.
Here is his menu loosely translated: an artichoke salad with Mozzarella and bacon; Sea Bass and Scallops in a light garlic broth; grilled veal with parsleyed new potatoes, spinach, cabbage and an olive oil jus; cheeses; and, to finish, a fabulous coffee, chocolate and nougatine confection.
Tuesday, 25th January. To the arty crafty village of Biot, famous for its glass and pottery. But the place is deathly quiet and many of the shops, galleries and restaurants are closed. We withdraw to an eccentric creperie, the Auberge du Vieux Village, where our theatrical proprietor, Christel, welcomes us like old friends she has not seen in a dozen years. Her pancakes fill a hole and we drive back via Valbonne and Opio. A lazy day.
Back in Le Rouret, I check my email messages from The Castle. We have had a rush of excellent bookings in the past six days, including some weddings confirmed for later in the year.
Dinner in Le Bar sur Loup, at Restaurant L’ Ecole des Filles. An amusing, wacky place that was, indeed, a girls’ school in a previous existence. Lots of visual metaphors – blackboards (for menus) and school desks, old class photographs, big maps of the Western Front in WWI, a globe of the world, and our bill came in a wooden pencil box. Lovely staff. Again, a big natural welcome.
Kit Chapman, proprietor of The Castle at Taunton and author of My Archipelago
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