Which better way to start the Garden Route than a nice little "french" town?
I've been in South Africa for one and a half months now and I love it here, but there is always a little part of me that misses home. Spending a night in Franschhoek definitely cured me a bit!
We drove there on Friday and had the nicest view from the hill:
Callum and I had the sweetest ride in town! (Only real men can pull off driving a pink/purple car haha)
The backpackers was looking quite french so I got all excited, but I had no idea what was waiting for me on the main street...
(Looking out the window trying to look like - I quote - a "french widow".)
Anyway, the whole town was dressed up in french flags. Vive la France!
Found this little guy all alone on a bench.
Patriotic shoes! (wore these on the 4th of July, as well)
We spent the afternoon and evening walking around the little town and had a few drinks while waiting for our dinner reservation. This weekend was the Bastille festival for the 14th of July, so almost everything was fully booked and we were very lucky to get a table at Café des Arts. We looked at other places first, but Café des Arts had such good reviews that we decided to try it.
The atmosphere is very pleasant and convivial, just like you would expect in a french kitchen.
Lamb pie.
Pork belly with roast vegetables and cider jus. I would normally never order pork belly because I dislike fatty meat, but this was the chef's suggestion so I went for it. It. Was. So. Delicious.
Johannes had some liver... which was delicious apparently.
Chocolate tart for desseeeeeert!
The next morning was the first day of the Bastille festival, which basically consists of eating food and drinking local wine.
We had breakfast at a café.
Tasty, but nothing beats a real french croissant!
Lots of hugs!
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