First order of the day is un bol de the (I’ve given up on coffee since it has been invariably shite every time I’ve had one – eith instant or espresso massively underextracted and super watery. Balls. And yet most frenchies seem to like it.)
Also for brekkie - melon et pastek (rockmelon and watermelon).
Then to a local ‘beach’. Stones and pebbles really, but crystal clear water and the awesome provincial sun, hot and desperate, yet nowhere near as strong as our ‘soleil d’australie’. In that sense I mean I’m tanning but not burning. C’est cool, ca!
Lunch is almost a carbon copy of yesterday….terrine, jambon, tapenade, baguette, anchovies, tomato salad, all washed down with rose de provence. Plus a few Heinekens.
A little side note here, it occurred to me that I whilst I have consumed an almost reasonable amount of alcohol every day of my holidays, I have yet to become intoxicated on French soil. Seeing as my relations with a certain madameoiselle are becoming frostier by the day, I decide from now on to get tipsy wherever possible. Starting now. Another beer should kick things off nicely. After that I think I’ll move onto the bottles of wine I brought ☺ Everything seems a lot more manageable, not to mention interesting, after a good drink.
NB - I have not turned into a raging alcoholic, but have just finished reading Sir Kingsley Amis' clearly distilled thoughts on Drinks and Drinking. The man is a sage.
So today I imbibe 4 Heinekens, 2 glasses of rose de provence, 2 glasses of some dodgy Touraine I bought in Paris and 2 glasses of a strange Rousette de Savoie from a region on the france/swizterland border (smells like semi old Riesling, tastes like Verdelho)….i barely feel it. Ridiculous. What on earth do I have to do to get loose in this country…
We go to Lea’s aunts house for aperitifs, here I am given a bottle of Provencal red because some old bloke takes a shine to me and the fact I enjoy drinking (he is mixing 50-50s from a 1.5L bottle of J&B Rare with soda). Add another one to the free stuff count.
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