Last night we ate at the Poulet en Velo, which is where we were for the cloudburst - like the rest of the diners we huddled under the awnings and got wet, as heavy heavy rain blew at us from all directions. Our hosts came and led us out to a splendid tent, wired with coloured lights and waterproof - there they served us good red wine and the lamb that had been spit roasted fortunately before the heavens opened.
There were a large party of folk from Rennes les Chateau having a private do; they had another (bigger) tent. Given the unpredictability of the weather and the challenges of running a lake-side open air restaurant in the forest, the staff were fantastic. The evening was rounded off by the musicians coming into our tent and playing for us. In honour of our Catalan friends, they sang Estaca, the independence song that at one time you would have been imprisoned for humming. Very touching. Love the Spanish!!
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