Walking out of Aire, a long ascent is followed by a descent to water. Big trees, the first seen on the whole trail. Indication of richer ground or less eager forestry?
This is Gascony, hence ducks. The distended liver is the main product: foie gras, of which the locals themselves eat a huge tonnage.
The slow-cooked and preserved thighs, confit, are almost a convenience food, simply drawn from their jelly and fat as required. They can make their way into anything, including the national soup, la garbure. (I’ll be given preserved duck again and again at table in Gascony, but not so good as that served at Nogaro.)
Another product is the magret, the fatty breast of duck, that can be sold fresh, frozen or cured. It needs to be grilled very rare when fresh, like good steak.
Here, ducks huddle in large paddocks like sheep.
We’re still in les Landes, and there’s much flat agricultural land to traverse. Some find it a monotony, I find it a nice change from constant change. If you get what I mean.
Miramont-Sensacq is a quiet little town which was originally a bastion built by Edward the First of England. You’d think he would have been busy enough with Wales and Mel Gibson.
A little highlight is the town church, which is not the church of Sensacq. That fascinating structure is further down the trail and is older than the town. (See next post, for a very interesting encounter at that church.)
Anyway, the town church, not so ancient in the whole, has a simple, huggy interior.