Wednesday is Malaucène. We missed it last week because we were still adjusting. But this week, off bright and early and front row table bagged at the café, viennoiseries purchased and decent coffee ordered. Double grand-crème. The world was watched and commented on. Cyclists criticised for riding through instead of dismounting, ladies actually buying trinket jewellery from the stall in front of us, others purchasing rattan shopping cabas (es). All to Adrian’s amazement.
We settled for lasagne, bouchées à la reine, saucissettes from our butcher; figs, strawberries and tomatoes from the market garden and fresh Ventoux goats cheese.
Fighter jets roared overhead as usual. We were HOME.
These amazing boots are just for Wendy 🤗 click to enlarge and you’ll be dazzled.Finally the quest for a camping gaz stove for him to put the Moka pot on. It was nearly midday, Bricomarché shut at 12… We just made it but they didn’t have one. So we drive across the road to Intermarché, where an almost acceptable one was found with box half-opened on the shelf. Much umming and aahing. Eventually I took the bull by the horns and the box to customer service and asked if it was OK and all there. Girl removed the bits and the instructions and we assembled it. Perfect!
Back to base. So hot on the terrace that iPhone has told me it cannot work and needs to cool down!