psychologically scarred by our soaking yesterday we struggled to come up with a plan this morning. Also hindered by heavy showers earlier on. I got the piste cyclables map out and waved a finger in a vague circular route as if I was divining a rain free path. We stopped off at the car and grabbed our wet weathers; once bitten and all that... We skirted la Flotte and headed for St Martin de Re the capital.We found it as pristine as ever and steeped in sun as always, though quite windy and cooler than we have known it there. It remains a nice place to park your yacht. We had lunch and decided to return to house straight away. As we will go back when it is less cool. On the way back we came across two shaggy donkeys. ah!.. sans culottes!!
We stop off at Leclerc for some bits and pieces including celeriac clutching a nice piece I went to weigh it for the price tag label thing. But whats it called in French?.. no picture on the weighing machine and the labels on the faux stall seemed a bit out of sync. Nothing for it...,and to L's surprise, I button holed a fellow french shopper... I believe what I said was or in the region of.. "What is this in french?...the name?.."why Cellery Rave of course!! was I believe the reply...Cellery rave in the bag! To night on the menu is greedy italians sweet and sour bread salad...
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