|End-on view of marvellous Millau viaduct on drive to Creissan.|
British architect, Norman Foster, designed it and all France is
pleased with the result. I reflect on this as Brexit grinds away
towards its meanly isolationist end.
|RR (resurrected as Mr Punch) and VR|
regard the Bouzigues oyster beds, knowing full well
some Tone Deaf readers can't abide oysters.
Dialogue at St Chinian street market, Languedoc, France.
RR: Your lamb liver has a price tag, your veal liver hasn't.
Butcher: That's so.
RR: This suggests the veal liver is more expensive. Terribly expensive.
Butcher and wife roar with laughter at my deduction. I order a small slice of veal liver and the butcher puts it on his scale.
Butcher (shouting): Two hundred euros! (ie, $220.77)
All three of us laugh.
NOTE FOR US READERS, NOTORIOUSLY SUSPICIOUS OF OFFAL. I fear this is the way things are in France.
|When the reading exceeds 40 deg C where else would you go?|
|Creissan cemetery. Some graves, randomly adorned, look more|
like a garage sale. (Below) Others await paying customers.
Obviously waiting to go to your own English barber when you get back RR?ReplyDelete
Avus: Haven't been to a barber since I was in short pants. Regard them as gloomy concentrations of maleness - salons are much more lively. If it wasn't for Shara, my current stylist, who - I might add - charges a mere £9, I've been thinking of letting it grow. Part of a partially envisaged campaign to become a sage. No doubt you regard this as fanciful.ReplyDelete
I so enjoy the photos. It is nice to see you and VR relaxing.ReplyDelete