July 19, 2018
Toby drove us to visit Andree yesterday... she sends love to all and is well though (we suspected) rather bored.This let to a debate in the evening - at Kats apero - about what would be good in a maison de retrait to keep the old folk frisky. Prize goes to Toby who suggested young men on roller skates delivering cocktails.
Which made life hard for Bob, Claer and Ric who had headed for the coast.... they made it home safely, finally.
July 17, 2018
Gert and Elisabeth, Fran and Clare, Ric and Claer, Jutta, Mary, Bob and I made a fine noisy evening.
Rain stopped play at the night market last night, to everyone's disappointment. Most of our friends turned up at the ex-Ty-Rex, the only open resto in town and where we too were dining.
Actually they are very good, for what they are.... vedg ain't out of a packet, they are carefully roasted, my confit de canard was delicious and there were no complaints from the rest of the table.
July 16, 2018
It was 36 degrees. The storm broke with fervour this morning and all is fresher here.
AND FRANCE WON LE FOOT!!! Much rejoicing in the town.
The vide Grenier was just too hot for me though I did a quick rekkie - everyone I spoke with was threatening to jump into the cool and inviting Aude.
July 15, 2018
|Nel looking naughty with splendid designer jewelry made by astonishingly talented artist, ahem.|
|Peter Gregory, Father John Matthews, Leo - sorting the world -|
|El (Mrs Scottish Dave) Surveying the immense landscape|
|Eva, Margaret, Leo...|
Afterwards I tottered off to see the band and the fair, both carefully designed to exclude the elderly. Gert and Elisabeth found me wandering and took me home for a restorative chat about literature and the state-of-the-world.
When I got home everyone had gone to bed :)
July 14, 2018
We commemorate the storming of the Bastille today in a small but perfectly formed procession that passed the end of the impasse just now - there are more celebrations to follow.
Last night we missed the rugby club dinner and party but heard it loud and clear until 2.30 am.
Ric and Claer ('don't photograph me') are here and we are having a quiet time, though we managed lunch at the Auberge du Faby at Rouvenac yesterday. Loved being back there; such a pretty place and re-organised by Sabrine, Gunter and their daughter-in-law. Tighter menu, most excellent - the four of us had nothing but praise for the meal afterwards.