Wednesday July 21st.
There is something so special about being woken up by a little swallow/swift ( the jury’s still out on which) flying into your bedroom via the open terrace doors and seeing the hills in the background - it’s incredibly peaceful here - except for the flies who never give up. I’m still not sleeping well though - the knee and hip are agony and I’m thinking I can’t put surgery off for much longer when we get back to Oz.
It’s past 10 o’clock when we finally get around to breakfast. I think Anne and Eric are a little fazed by the croissants and Parisien Pain and apricot jam and orange juice and lashings of coffee. Their style is much healthier….cereal and yoghurt and half a banana, so we add those to the shopping list and after a lazy morning we head for Uzes….somehow managing to MISS the farmer’s market. Not that it matters….there is more than enough food in the house to feed a small army ( of flies.)
Anne and Eric love “our” little medieval town, I think I would have been mortally offended if they hadn’t. It’s their first ever trip to Provence and they seem to love it. During the day beloved gets three text messages from B….she really is missing us. It’s a rest day in the tour today….so no more men in lycra for 24 hours and Tony’s attention is finally with us. He and Eric chat like old friends and tell silly jokes and it’s all very relaxing. The even do “man stuff” - like fixing the shower bracket and putting raw plugs in walls…..the kind of things beloved wouldn’t do at home.
Tonight we take them to our Auberge - to savour the oilcloth tablecloths and pink plastic chairs. The meal is fabulous, as before, Tony and I have the duck and we just pull the bones straight out. WE play round robin with the deserts…..crème brulee and tiramisu - but alas, no fig tart. An ALMOST perfect evening.
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