The sun came out again this morning and it's funny how much more positive I felt about getting off my backside. Yesterday, it was cloudy, drizzly and generally miserable. Just the sort of weather that we moved to France to avoid. Anyway, today, God is back in his heaven and all is right with the world.
Mid morning, Truffaut turned up at the agreed time to deliver a new palm Phoenix Canariensis for the terrace. Whilst we fiddle about with it and decide exactly where to put it, it will sit in a pot. In a few years time it should produce dates (but not until it grows 30 feet tall and you will be dead - Ed.).
Mid morning, Truffaut turned up at the agreed time to deliver a new palm Phoenix Canariensis for the terrace. Whilst we fiddle about with it and decide exactly where to put it, it will sit in a pot. In a few years time it should produce dates (but not until it grows 30 feet tall and you will be dead - Ed.).
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Out with Gill and Terry tonight for a pizza. We expected to be able to eat in any one of three places in Sommieres, but the place was like a ghost town. There was only one restaurant open, in the middle of town, Les Caves de la Maison d'Avignon, 4 Place Jean Jaures, 0615 02 98 92. It was late and we didn't really have time to look further afield. There are two establishments side by side. One sells a large selection of very good local wine, and you can eat in the attractive grand salon next door. We have used it a few times on Saturday mornings in the past and have been impressed with the salads on offer and the quality of the wines. Their policy is simple, if you buy wine off the shelf in the cave for x, then you will pay 2 times x if you drink it sitting down in the restaurant. I would need to try it again, but the food was at best satisfactory and none of our party of six was very impressed with their meal. The wine on the other hand was excellent and I would go there again for the wine alone.
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