A slippery Roman street had us carefully making our way to breakfast in this medieval fortress high above the surrounding countryside, its renaissance look appealing in the misty light.
The Boulangerie was very small but cleverly had quick serve coffee as the bars are closed. An older woman was ordering a feast probably because it was mothers’ day, as a man patiently waited for his turn. He had to wait a little longer as the pastry seller gave her a rose and they chatted about family.
Two older men had the only 2 seats in the shop and as our turn came they conveniently left. Sitting on our high stools happy with our gift for today, others wandered in and out with mainly baguettes. We’re still trying to work out how to be more French in having them cut it in half, then in 2 bags, for ease of travelling.
A very old homeless man stooped in. He had been causing a little grief over the past day, (eg being agro and sitting right next to outdoor touristy restaurants, snarling as he ate his paper bag food). With him was a well dressed 50+ woman who was shouting him breakfast.
There was a line up at this stage and when she asked him what he wanted, he waved his arm from left to right indicating ‘everything’. Telling him others had to eat as well, she settled on her couple of choices. Off he went with no indication of his emotional well being obvious, to find another chair where he could share his company. We left weaving through cars continually pulling over and people coming from all directions to join the queue in the only open boulangerie in town.
Dressed to keep dry there were many path choices to make: main road, minor roads, gravel tracks, or very boggy ones from last night’s drenching. We chose minor roads and ended with a cute gravel track to our quite isolated home in the bush with the birds. No queues tomorrow as we are invited to have croissants with Veronique, who is cooking us dinner right now.
Our first Selfie!!!!!😆🤪 – ‘lunch on the grass’
