Joiner Chris having decreed that the new window on the terrace required three coats of varnish, and respective diaries being as they are, I've had the job of applying two of them, starting yesterday morning. When I tried to get up after the contortions needed for the first of my two coats, my back suddenly reminded me of its weak spot, and has been doing so at every movement since: fortunately, it let up a bit after breakfast, so I've now applied the final coat. I'm nevertheless hirpling around like 64 year-olds used to, and am not greatly enjoying the experience.
We nevertheless hirpled up to the Café de la Promenade for lunch just now. Proprietor Thierry has pulled off something of a coup by hiring Bertrand, late of the good but relaxed L3 T3mps d3s Courg3s. We ate there (the Prom caff) today for the first time in almost sixteen years in the village, and were pleasantly surprised. Two generous plates of charcuterie, one grilled duck breast and a confit, each with suitable accompaniments (OK: industrial frites with the magret). Puddings and 750ml of house rosé. Bill under €50. At last, a bonne adresse, and mercifully within hirpling distance.
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