This morning there was no sign of yesterdays' snow, only a frost and by coffee time the day was sunny and bright...we essayed to Limoux in the hope of a megagorge at the Pekin and Tokyo; which was closed, exceptionally the sign said. We batted about and at the fourth resturant we tried we got lunch.
Turned out to be a stroke of luck. La Ciboulette is no 1 Avenue Fabre d'Eglantine as you approach Limoux, direction Carcassonne. Passed it often but never been in before.
The menu of the day was not complex but jolly good - vedg soup (with ham, so non-meat-eater Claer had salad -) Pork and prunes which was perfect (Claer the gambas in calvados) and sundry puds of which the choco mousse de maison came to me to test, happily. Even the decaf was good.
The place is bizarre. It is full of odd collections. Teapots, drawings of cats, nick-nacks, tropical fish. Amazing that we haven't found it before today as its our sort of place :)
Olwen came to France from Wales and Andree was sent to the North of England as a girl. Similar stories but from opposite sides of the channel. Marvellous to hear them talk -
PS I have no idea why the text has gone telegrammese.
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