The rain has decided to take a day off. After three days of solid downpour the poor peonies are looking battered.
Too wet to sit on the storm drain so we wave at the passing school bus and head off to the local cafe for a croissant, a coffee and a bowl of water. The old farmers stop putting the world to rights just long enough to greet the PONs. Bob ignores them. Sophie settles under the table and peers out.
On our way back to the car a detour to the young lady with the fancy cake store. Angus makes the executive decision that lemon meringue tarts are not covered by the Lent exclusionary notice. Nothing chocolatey or alcoholic about them. The angelic duo get some choux pastry.
An Easter Egg is ordered. The young lady will make it in readiness for collection on Easter Saturday.
Presumably the wording on these Beijing policemens overalls has gained something in translation.
So starts another April Monday morning in a little French village where nothing ever happens.
4 comments:
Good decision re the lemon tart.
Isn't a lemon tart a fruit? So it's GOOD for you.
Did you see the NYT story about the Chinese buying up Bordeaux vineyards and, horror, renaming them?
Oh I do like a good bit of lemon meringue tart. Nothing Eastery about that at all.
Hari om
Count me in on the lemon tart! YAM xx
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