My Synopsis on French Dairy

Its not like Chartres is out in the wine country or anything, but is is certainly far enough away from Paris to consider it the country. Somewhere amidst the whining and flirting of the spoiled-little-rich-kids tourist group accompanying us on the train to Chartres we were able to snap some pictures of the green fields between Versailles and Chartres. One of those pictures includes these cows. This is the perfect time to bring up our latest quandry about French lifestyle. Sara and I have discovered that the French excel beyond our wildest dreams at the manufacture of dairy products (are goats considered dairy?). The cheese, ice cream and yogurt in the country are absolutely wonderful, and will be missed. However, we have also found that we can't find a glass of real milk anywhere, the only thing available is that nasty cupboard kind of milk that sort of tastes like preservatives. Where has all the good milk gone? Afterall, wasn't Louis Pasteur French? This is a tragedy for Sara who is a lactose addict, but good news for me since I scream for ice cream. But enough of this, you'll notice the other picture here, which was taken from the back yard of the cathedral. Isn't it gorgeous?! We only stayed at Chartres for two hours. Cathedrals are really neat on the outside, but all a bit the same on the inside. It was a good trip.