…when it’s 30 degrees in the shade, the ice cream parlour was meant to open at noon, it’s 3pm and it’s CLOSED.
And no, it’s not Samedi….
…when it’s 30 degrees in the shade, the ice cream parlour was meant to open at noon, it’s 3pm and it’s CLOSED.
And no, it’s not Samedi….
….that you can tell a good restaurant if it provides fish knives pour le poisson.
(She’s been known to fire off incendiary missives of heavy duty bolleauxing to places that slip up that atomise restaurant manages in milliseconds….)
So she’d definitely like the Auberge de Lagnes in the eponymous village down here in the Luberon.
And this is what you get for €29…
An amuse bouche of shredded beetroot topped with goat curd
A deep-fried soft boiled egg on sauteed leek and morel sauce
Lamb shoulder confit
Goat cheese with wild herbs and olive oil, onion jam, mesclun salad
Good pour of wine €4.50
Coffee comped
Beat that…..
…..when all the postcards are purple…
…when it’s wall-to-wall mediaeval wherever vous regardez..
…when the local council in Roussilon paints the rocks this cool ochre colour for tourists’ selfies…
…when you’re not allowed to sing in public.
I think…
…when this lunch…
….and this is dinner…
…… when this is the view from your rental cottage’s terrace
….when you set your cruise control at 110km/h and 800km later, you haven’t seen much prickish driving, you can still do another 100+km and your consumption is 7l per 100km ( or 40mpg in old money…)
..when your hotel used to be a farm
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