Condom

Well what can I say, if you have ever wondered how it all came to be, who invented it, the history behind it and what the first few designes where made of, then Condom in France is not the town to go to. It’s quite a pity, it could be so much fun but it’s not meant to be.

However, if you want to see a traditional little French town you should visit some day, you won’t be disappointed. Condom’s actual name is Condom-en-Armagnac and it is built on the river Baïse. Armagnac is a distinctive kind of brandy, which has been produced in the region for about 700 years but the town originally got it’s fame for sheltering pilgrims on the way to Santiago de Compostela.

We settled in the local municipal campsite and decided to stay two nights as this got us free tickets to the neighbouring water park. That was a life saver as we baked away under the French sun and the azure blue skies that make the wine taste so sweet in this region.

Condom is full of charm and the perfect size to explore by bike. When we popped into town it wasn’t surprising that as in most French towns the impressive cathedral is the first thing that stands out. The Cathedral of Saint-Pierre is quite a beauty, it was built at the end of the 14th century and substantially rebuilt in the early 16th century with its style being mostly gothic.

On the same square we also came across the statues of the four musketeers. The most famous of which is D’Artagnan who is still quite a big deal in the region.

On Sunday morning we went to the local farmers market. It was a great visual experience only, as sadly we found that groceries are really quite pricey, so we just looked at all the different types of tomatoes we never knew existed, snails, honey, dead featherless chicken and much more. The French keep it real, we love it.

We also came across a random art exhibition in an old derelict church. The artist exhibiting was Jean-Claude Fournié. His paintings and the run down church interior complemented each other perfectly and I was nearly as taken by the latter as I was by the art.

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