Oh yes, it's fête fever again. Wednesday saw the arrival of Guignol and his creepy puppet friends, and this weekend it's the dodgems and candy floss and 'mousse' party. Why? What possible fun is it getting covered in foam?
The Danes and Americans have fled, Linda and Paul have escaped to a music festival in Annecy. We leave on Monday. Mind you if you were Deb and Gary wouldn't you ship out if you had this in front of your door? Theirs are the blue shutters behind the dodgems.
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| Sablet from Rasteau |
Yesterday was unbearably sultry - got up to nearly 35 on the terrace - in the shade. We managed a bit of a walk down the outside Vacqueyras before skulking back. We were promised a storm in the evening, but hours of anxiously watching the clouds across to the north proved frustrating - lightning flashed behind the hills then moved away, missing us. It did rain though, and this morning it was fresh and windy. Temperatures a good ten degrees cooler.
Time for a final lunch at Roaix. Delicious duck parmentier and baked fish aioli, plus a free coffee from our lovely owner. We will so miss this weekly treat. It was a beautiful afternoon and as we were only down the road, we finished off with a quick walk round the Rasteau vines.
Terrific views, blustery cooling wind.
