It is a tablecloth I picked up in Provence in 1999, a trip spent with business friends traveling from Paris down to Arles, where we enjoyed a few days at a cooking school. Along the way we stopped in Saint-Quentin to tour the Le Creuset factory, followed by Marcigny at the Emile Henry factory, and then to Lyon where the journal entry I share below picks up.
We arrived in Lyon on July 3, and spent the day strolling along the Rhône and Saône Rivers popping into shops, eating, and playing tourist.
The entire trip was magical, filled with lots of laughter, great food, great friends and memories that continue to bring a smile to my face. This tablecloth, purchased in the Lyon market, brought back memories of the trip, which was the year I celebrated the Fourth of July in France.
July 4, 1999
A few of us rose early to stroll through Lyon. We took a 2 hour walk, across the rivers, over the bridges, just observing the sites of the town. We walked along the river peering into the barges anchored there and gazed up to the hills at the church we had visited yesterday. Renee, Gayle and Laurine weren’t with us for the morning walk, so by 9 a.m., we returned to the hotel to meet up with them. Our game plan for the morning was to shop the market for picnic goodies. We had a car ride ahead of us, with our eventual destination for dinner and hotel was in Saint-Bonnet-le-Froid.
At the market we split into teams. I was paired with Jan, and we were the cheese team. There was also a vegetable team, meat and wine, and bread and fruits. We were instructed to purchase only within our designated category (John received a mild scolding for purchasing some frisee when he wasn’t on the vegetable team). Our cheese shopping was exciting because Jan knows a lot about cheese. In her ‘past life’ she owned a cheese shop called The Wedge. So this morning, she was educational, explaining the cheeses to me as we gathered a mélange of hard, soft, cow and sheep milk cheeses. We certainly had a lot in our bag by the time we were finished at the market. (We would be eating it for the rest of the week).
Once each group was finished at the market, we headed out on the road closer to our destination which would be near the Revol pottery factory. The directions supplied to us were not the best, but we eventually found ourselves near the factory, only to realize that this locale was not where our hotel was located. Jan and Jeff hopped out of the car to ask directions at a restaurant, which coincidentally would be the place we would have lunch the following day. Finally, with directions in hand, we set out towards the hotel and to find a place to eat.











