Monday, December 12, 2011

FOURCÈS A moat-town Xmas

First glimpse of Fourcés village greenLying almost under our noses some twenty-odd minutes from home, Fourcès is a medieval village wrapped around a large green, and in turn encased by the river Auzoue and a short diversion canal.

We were drawn there today by its Marché de Noël and a program of activities through the afternoon.  As soon as we broke through the ring of houses into the green I had a good feeling about the prospects for this fair.

Château Fources - ogive-arched bridge - aerial view

You enter the town via the 15th-century Gothic stone arched bridge seen above. The equally old Château Fourcès replaces a more ancient castle in the centre of the village, and is now a luxury hotel.

Fourcès Xmas market 
The small array of market stalls around the green were much more interesting than those we saw in Bordeaux last week, even subtracting the couple we'd already seen at the Château de Lisse.

daube pour dog

Villagers in the tented pavilion in the centre of the green served plates of daube stew and bowls of pumpkin soup. I know daube is generally beef or lamb, but this one tasted like pork. There seemed to be shreds of what I jokingly called “pig face” which were dispatched to a malamute that happened to be sitting handily by our bench.

As we chewed our lunch I heard the familiar introduction to The Doors’ Light My Fire being played over the village audio system. I told Gustav that it was at least slightly appropriate since Jim Morrison was buried in Paris - 40 years ago this year as it happens. Then it morphed into a horrible muzak medley of Doors tunes and all I could think of was Morrison spinning madly somewhere under a stone in Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Between our circuits of the green, we looked down a few of the short alleyways radiating out towards the moat created by the river and canal. It really is a picture postcard place, and to underline this I’ve included one postcard (above right) from the town’s website at

Munson, Lucy, Minty, Otto 
Around 3,  the Munsoneers arrived, helping to amplify the noise and thrill level of the fair even before they found the merry-go-round and bon-bon stall.

Gustav and Munson  Minty
Postcript: I’m not sure whether the town is Fourcès or Fourcés. The town’s official site opts for the latter accent acute, and other sites opt for the accent grave. Numbers aren’t necessarily the best guide as many of the touristic sites ruthlessly plagiarize each other and then this gets dumped into Wikipedia.


  1. The most amazing photo of all is the one of Munson putting his head through the hole! Amazing!

  2. I like that Munson photo too. What a cooperative dog.

    The IGN site gives the spelling as Fourcès, with the grave accent. IGN is the Institut Géographique National, for readers who don't know it.

  3. Lesley3:09 am

    Is there anything that Munson won't do to look cute in a photo?