The last time I had this dish, it was raining lightly, there was a definite chill in the air, the skies were gray, and we were comfortably inside a home in a foreign country. The weather is similar now and we are home but my wife is no longer wondering if she might like duck. She had never liked it until she tried duck confit or le confit de canard in La Bastide D’Armagnac, a small town in the southwest of France.
