Pépé Charlot was my grand father. He was a simple man who lived all his life in France
In the Lyon area. He was working for the railway lines and every year for his paid leaves
he would rent a house in the Ardèche region a few hours south west of the big city of Lyon.
There he would share his time between his garden, his passion for fishing and his taste for
fresh goat cheese that he was maturing himself in his cellar.