So nice having the caff in the square to pop down to so off we trotted at 6 ish Friday for an apéro. Cripes! already full, so just as well we hadn’t wanted to eat.
We were lucky to grab the smokers’ barrel by the door. And a pastis and rosé with a greasy saucisson to nibble.
The twinkly lights come on and all is v jolly. Antique vehicles putter through.
Saturday morning is Ste Cécile market day. Strange to be going there with no real reason. Well there is.., we need garlic! And of course yogurts and a meal. All so familiar but we are no longer part of it even though we sit at our Bar and drink our grand’crèmes .
This immaculate lady and her matching offspring complete the scene.
