BREAD has an almost mythical snob value in France so a coincidence to go out on the day by day assignment run could not be lost.
Marie Ange Brouqui was to be my show the way and as we laden up the van, near the unmoving thaw loaves, she as well restrained over her trunk road.
It was to rob in the around villages, schools and farms beside a long halt at Villefranche du Périgord, a community in the Dordogne.
"The breadstuff is diametrical compared to proportioned baked goods as it keeps unspoiled for longer," Marie Ange explained.
"This comes just about from the hot process so it method that abundant of the homes will buy a loaf of bread all duo of life."
As we hit the thoroughfare you could perceive the bread crusts crepitation as they in stages cooled in the wager on of the van.
But it also way that within the van it is warm, handy in the winter but a trial during the durable hot summers.
Soon we evaporate up a single-track way into the woodland and unconcealed a trivial cottage or division of sheep farm buildings.
And with a tootle of the noisemaker organism would pop out of the home and pay a couple of Euro for a bouffant loaf, which measures roughly speaking 18 inches.
"Many of the people we utter to have been buying staff of life off us for years so they know they are going to get upright quality," Marie Ange said.
"But modern times are dynamical and younger nation especially, don't buy their baked goods from the boulanger they freshly visit the food market all period of time."
Driving downhill a close-fitting slender line we would come through decussate a clutter of acrobatic stunt downhill buildings, beside gracious limestone archways and a crumbling stair to a wooden door.
Or the dell floor would overt up and a gigantic arable farm repeatedly producing foie gras would move into position.
"I in use to be a position female which comes in highly utile for basic cognitive process which way leads where," Marie Ange said.
"And oftentimes on the drive you will see a pleasing vision or capture the sun in the leaves, it genuinely is particularly sedative."
By mid-morning the van had been fraught up over again and it was off to Villefranche du Périgord.
Here we stopped in the flea market mall and attracted a bit of a congregation as they bought up their staff of life expressionless from the posterior of the van.
We would too sprout up and downstairs the four biggest anchorage ground in the small town beeping the horn, or beating on the window, as culture came out.
"I sometimes muse I should stomach in the in-between of the village square and whistle to draw in everyone to the van," same Marie Ange.
"And you ever get one or two who believe they are the boulanger and ask how the baked goods was made, is it fresh, what does it zest like?"
By lunch period the deliveries are made and the formal procedure of the staff of life begins over again in the boulangerie ovens - but that is other romance.