My mom, Barbara, recently visited us and it was delightful, to say the least. On our way home from a trip over the holidays to Paris, Amsterdam, Berlin and Prague, Adam and I circled back to the Paris airport to greet her newly arrived, smiling face. From there we took a three hour train from Paris to Angoulême and a 40 minute drive west to Bassac. Upon arriving at the house we put on hats and scarves, poured glasses of wine and strolled around an eerily quiet Bassac, frozen in time, with its shuttered stone homes and its ancient narrow streets. We walked towards the sound of church bells and found the abbey illuminated under a bright moon. What a treat to experience this calming, picturesque place through my mom’s eyes for the first time.
Our days spent in Bassac were very relaxing – by day we walked through neighboring towns and by night we indiscriminately sampled local wines.