Now united and back at the house; Didier enthused about the upgrades to the property since our last visit. Wi Fi , a painted wall in the court yard and a spare set of keys! Had we been seen to contain our excitement thus far he may have mentioned the new washing machine as well.
He was also excited to tell us the news that earlier that day he had had the pleasure of welcoming, to another property, an East Enders actress. He very kindly booked us a table at the Restaurant not a stones throw away from the house.
During the afternoon I had been haunted by the aroma of gazole and had blanched my hands in soapy water several times; each time convinced that my hands were now diesel free. Only to be confronted with the same smell from the same set of fingers. I couldn't understand it. I know from previous experience that the smell of satans fuel lingers but this was ridiculous every time I took my hand from my pocket... wait a minute... whats this then? a screwed up polyphene um er gaunt the kind used at the pump...it is the one I used at the pump; baie de somme,.. it reeks!! how the h....!! puzzle solved ..whip them off straight in the wash.
Later we chose moules frits. I had Cap sud ; what else?! and L Charentaise. Wine choice proved unexpectedly difficult there were four vin blanc on the list. I attempted to order in turn Bourgogne Allegote met by gallic shrug Entre deux mer gallic shrug and brief incomprehensible exhaltation. For the first time in France I lost any sense of entente cordial and said in my best English what can I have? gallic shrug second incomprensible diatribe. OK what about Le Royal? local brew costs 4 euro in Leclerc. le Royal? oui! @ 15 euros why am I not surprised. Other than that the moules were spot on; eat the closed ones they are the best...stuff about them being dead/bad is rubbish.
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