Fromage de Chevre.

On the long road, I took a sharp left suddenly when I saw the sign:



It was guaranteed cheese from the gods: local chevre. Bespoke a smelly but very tasty ending. The road was like this:



That was the portion of the road that was paved, the unpaved portion had such large potholes, I was almost in tears at some point (it took quite a lot to get me to that point - several vehicles who came in the opposite direction - requiring long bouts of reversing, enormous ravines in the road, basically a trail that was not at all fashioned for my particular vehicle). At some point I decided that I had devoted a lot of energy to this cheese and I happened to be famished, so I plowed ahead and willed the car over the difficult passages. My little car and I, we made it.





Then I waited for my turn to get the cheese.





The cheese was almighty. This is hard chevre (very salty, almost like feta, but richer). I also purchased soft chevre, the kind that melts in your mouth and has the consistency of a gooey butter. I ate the entire wheel almost by the time I had forced my wheels to retrace their treacherous path. It was my way of keeping my mind off the road in front of me - psychologically necessary in order to carry on. Finally, little car and I bounced back on to the larger (not by much) road and headed on our way.