Michel de Montaigne (1533 - 1592), in effect, is an unusual product of this land so propitious to the finest grapes. Locked in his tower wrote the famous Essays and changed the course of world literature. He often cited alongside Shakespeare, Cervantes, Goethe, and is, in fact, that now classic European arouse more admiration and interest among discerning readers and writers themselves.
"Happy as God in France" is a German saying that seems perfectly suited to this beautiful country. Alone in his tower, the old essayist opened new paths to human sensibility. It was, in its way, a little god of joy morigerada, but steady, busy only in writing and reading, but not forgetting the writing space with mule rides, where among discomforts, his prose is peppered auroral.
Top in beams The first surprise of the place is the lack of interest appears to raise from the point of view of tourism. Saint-Michel-de-Montaigne is a village of three hundred inhabitants secret, quiet as a divine nap, and the old castle of Montaigne is camouflaged behind a collection of old cedars. Are legendary difficulties finding this bucolic and peaceful place (as has George Edwards Montaigne's death and I can confirm to the letter). To be a glory of France, the essayist gets a little lackadaisical attention by the authorities.
Vineyards near the village. / Philippe Roy
The history of the fortress dates back to the fifteenth century. In 1477, Ramon Eyquem-writer-great-grandfather, who was a merchant of Bordeaux, bought the estate, becoming the first de Montaigne. The domain belonged to the family until 1811. In 1860 he bought Pierre Magne, Minister of Finance of Napoleon III, who wanted to give his son. Twenty years later, in 1885, a fire destroyed most of the castle, which was quickly rebuilt the following year. The current owner was Madame Mähler Besse, who died last year. Only the tower of Montaigne, the carrier estimated times where this happened, it has steadfastly maintained original. Part of the building is now open to visitors. All that remains of the time are a pair of saddles and famous quotations of Greek and Latin maxims that the writer did enroll in the rafters of his library (starting with the significant Homo sum, humani nihil a me fucking alienum of Terence, that is, Man I am and nothing human is alien to me).
We will stay in the only place available, the Relais de la Renaissance. It is a charming rural apartments house. The trendy and two Germans, Inge von der Ley and Anton Kellner. They make an odd couple. Inge is blonde, attentive and very restful insight. Anton, Tony, as he prefers to call it-is a big Bavarian, smiling and very skilled in the secrets of gardening. Actually, she works for the Minister of Education Minister of Mali, which is why the couple spends five months a year in Africa. That allows them to enjoy seven months off, which they use to exploit the relay apartments.
The winery Montaigne. / JDS
Finish the day fade sensations of the visit. As solid memories, a few liters of wine country, the appellation Côtes de Bergerac Sec Montravel and all these vineyards we have seen, crowned by castles, bear fruit, and it is excellent. The landscape of the Dordogne is monotonically fruitful. Strains arranged in endless rows colonize the slopes of the small hills and plains all available. The different properties are called wine châteaux, whether or not they are watched by some impressive battlements. It is customary in the header of each row of vines planted a rosebush.
Dinner should be at the Auberge de la Tour, the only restaurant in town. It promises cuisine du terroir and campagnarde ambiance, and really is true, as can be seen instantly right from the first spoonful of soup-House, which has a thick consistency and varied, perfectly reasonable.
The traveler-I promise there will leave satisfied with the mood and the complete works of Montaigne under his arm. As he wrote, "no pleasure is totally delightful if not reported, and no absolute delight if disclosed."
"Joan is the author of Viatge Garí meu country pel (editorial 3i4).