Monday, March 6, 2017
An adoring lick.
The 14-16 year old musicians from the local secondary school hold a concert in the village hall. 'The Font' informs me that we'll appear 'standoffish' if we don't go. It starts at nine and finishes at ten thirty. What the overly large percussion section lack in musicality they make up for in 'enthusiasm'. The parents enjoy themselves. At the end Angus is told to give 50 Euros as a gesture of appreciation to the music teacher. When asked what he thought of the performances Angus replies, with total truthfulness, that they were one of a kind. Rather surprisingly on hearing this the music teacher throws his arms around Angus in an overly long bear hug. The French are rather more prone to public displays of happiness than Anglo-Saxons.
Monday morning. Bob and Angus head off to the fish market. This for Bob is one of life's greatest pleasures. Sophie stays behind. She is rather more interested in the breakfast croissants.
At the fishmonger we buy some smoked salmon ( Bob gets given some roasted salmon ) ...
... and look at the largest lobsters we've ever seen. Langoustine seem a more sensible option.
A detour to the bakers who is apparently on a colour high ..
.... then to the cheese lady. The cheese lady knows Bob well. In return for some tiny portions of Tome de Sost Bob bestows an adoring lick on her cheek.
So starts a new week in deepest,deepest France profonde.
The Old Farmer is due back this afternoon. Some cheese, smoked salmon, a cake, a loaf and pint of milk are given to the Belgian lady to put in his kitchen. Loic, the heavily bifocaled gardener is despatched to blow all the leaves from our neighbours terrace and front door.