chabechou ou cabecou?

Tuesday in the anecdote stakes was a pretty thin day. We went back to Bois market by car, looking for the tableware we earmarked on our previous visit. However no show; no crockery stall. Deemed an anything but cycle day we only cycled to the petanque pitches up the road, late on, to use the boules we bought earlier in the week. It was good fun; nice venue behind the sand dunes near the beach.  I one 2 - 1. Picture: L attempts a googly!
Wednesday back at Bois market, again. The quest for the elusive crockery continues. No stall; perhaps we dreamt it in the first place. We dumped the car and planned a circulary route for the cycles. Heading for St Martins but skirting the town to the west and using the coast path to head back to Loix - Courade. And perhaps Couarde for lunch.... Coast was a beast of a route the Sou Westerly was blowing a gale in our faces. I ran out of gears to compensate...We both knew we'd been for a ride by the time we made Couarde. We trapsed up and down...centre ville.. lunch or just a drink? Drink and gather our thoughts. PMU; we sat down outside and watched as who we took to be the owner bobbed in and out playing up to some builder buddies drinking coffee, totally ignoring us. Well after 10 - 15 minutes; we had had enough and walked. There is a nice looking Hotel up one end and we sat down there. Their lunch time treats were Assiette of charcuterie ou assiette de fromage fermier  or  bocaux de foie gras / terrines and pain. We'd have a drink and think about what to do next. A young guy took the order and disappeared; he reappeared with terrines for another table; we agreed it looked surprisingly appetising so we would ask for it when he bought our drinks. After another 5 minutes the same guy came back with no drinks he muttered something at us that we didn't understand, like.. vous cammander?... it transpired he had fogotten we had already ordered.....Is it us? it was starting to feel that way; we thought ordering anything else was too much like hard work. We cycled back to base via Leclerc in doing so we did a complete figure

of '8'...of the centre of the island. In the evening a brass band rocked up in the square round the corner and played a few tunes..I believe they were bused in to drive small children from the village center.