The village had a rather good night market featuring local producers of food and wine, sheep’s milk ice cream and olive oil, a chanteuse and “restauration sur place” of course.
Trev had a plate of meat, lots of meat, with rosemary potatoes.
I had what the stallholders assured me was a burger, but was in fact two potato waffles wrapped around local goat cheese, honey and tomatoes. Yum.
We bought our wine and Blanquette from a stall stocked by a winery in nearby Montazels who provided us with shot size glasses to drink it!
Fabulous evening. “Our” table featured folk from five different countries. I raised enough energy to dance with a charming Italian man.
Our friends wanted us to go back to our place and fetch the crystal, but I was just too tired; I literally haven’t stopped since the end of March, apart from four days on nearly holiday in Argeles.