We’re off paddling this morning, but I have just enough time to share a couple of pages from my Bordeaux sketchbook. . .
Top left, the sheep’s yoghurt I loved (the shapely little glass decorated with a sweet ovine face didn’t hurt)
Top right, the little garden at the inside courtyard of our flat was designed to be very low maintenance as the owner is often away, but it was graced by a covering of wild strawberries (small and pulpy, not the sweet ones I’d hoped for, to be honest) towards which a cascade of jasmine fell down the wall from the other side. . .
Below, left: Most evenings, Paul/Pater would serve strawberries after dinner (very oftenthis dinner) — mixed with just a bit of sugar and topped with a small dollop (hmm, can dollops be small?) of crème fraîche. Sometimes we’d buy the strawberries at the market, but often Paul would pick them up at the Casino (grocery store chain, not a place of gambling 😉 at the corner — and then they would be cradled in these charming little paper baskets. . . He’d pick up the crème fraîche and the sheep yoghurt at the corner as well — and have a choice of several brands.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss some of that. But there’s much to revel in here as well, and some of it, this morning, involves a life jacket and a paddle and a slightly glitchy rudder. . . .
Anything you’re revelling in down your way? Or remembering wistfully?
Comments open below — Go! 😉 and Happy Monday!
