The Turbot recipe was easy. Finding Salmon eggs on a New Years Eve in deepest, deepest France profonde - decidedly less so.
Up early and into the little market town. It is completely deserted. More and more stores giving up the fight against the out of town shopping centre and closing. We wander into the Abbey to look at the crib. It is a horrid, garish affair.
Much more interesting is the fifteenth century carving of The Flight into Egypt. It's brightly lit and casts shadows which make the six hundred year old wooden figures look as though they're alive and just trotting along in the sunshine.
On our way back to The Rickety Old Farmhouse a search for a bakers that's open. All our usual haunts closed for the New Year holiday. We finally find one that's open and which has a sophisticated dark chocolate and raspberry tart on display.
On the other side of the road a rather sad looking Japanese restaurant. It's hard to believe that the conservative inhabitants of the little market town have a love for Japanese food.
Bob is doing his best to cope with all the household activity.
Thought I'd heard every version of this song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhOJZ_ZrYQ8&list=PL36617383B6BA9A1A&index=139
This is rather touching. To boldly go ...