Thursday... My hire bike has been spawned by the bike demons. I am convinced of this. What ever I do at the handlebar end doesn't seem to make any difference at the chain sprockety thing end and then when you haven't touched anything, all of a sudden it changes gear its self... We headed for Le Bois Plage; we haven't been before and it has a big marche, tous le jours oh the lure of a big market tous le jour. Overnight the wind had changed direction to.. in ya face; with an edge. The market at Bois, as we like to call it, was excellent; we have our eye on some shabby chic tableware. The food marche in la halle was very good, fish bit was OOTW.
We alighted at a bar centre ville, pleased to see that the prices were slightly more earthbound than yesterday. However L's cafe cup had a perfect pink lip print on it. I said L should point it out....but hey! cest la vie! Then quiche and Pizza d' ongnion on the beach for lunch.
In the meantime we discovered the phenominum of donkeys in trousers. They even have their own website ...yes they do!! To keep this blog ever so slightly informative.. donkeys are a) big in the area and b) used to do a lot of the 'donkey work' particularly in the marais salants where mozzies proved a bit of a problem hence leg protection.
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