So here I'm thinking - the birthplace of Escoffier hosting a truffle festival. What could be more enticing? How wrong we were. The festival was a little gathering of few stands, one surrounded by way too many people trying to view the truffles. No tasty morsels being passed around, no Escoffier inspired restaurants celebrating the truffle season. Just few stands - a man not even trying to pawn his baskets, the socca lady (who proved very popular with Rio), and few others selling the usual selection of cheese, honey and olive oils.
So we decided to hike through the old town and see the 19th century chateau with its grand gardens. The gates were padlocked. I guess this is not the visiting season.
Rio and Ila kept busy playing a pebble game close to the local cemetary, where the Escoffier family rests in peace. And Kai and I got to enjoy a nice view of snowy Alps.
Rio in front of Escoffier's family home, now a culinary museum.