It's now tourist season. The shopkeepers mark the arrival of the free spending Dutch and Belgian cohorts by spilling out of their front doors and setting up their displays on the street outside. The alfresco stalls give the local market town a festive air but getting down the road in the car , let alone parking on it, becomes an obstacle course of tables, fruit stalls and art work.Wilf remains the embodiment of hope. He was disappointed in the pristine eating habits of the Texans who left yesterday (not great crumb droppers) but is optimistic that the replacement folks from Walla Walla and Fort Collins will be more absent minded and slovenly. He just knows that out there are folks who keep a ready supply of warm sausages in their pockets, are up for ball throwing 24/7 and who share his appreciation of the delicate scent of cow pats. His strategic position under the breakfast table, ready to pounce on anything that tumbles his way, is a reminder that hope springs eternal.
PS : Well done to those of you who noted that yesterdays picture of the breakfast table was in a cafe. After a late night there was a mad dash for the airport and breakfast had to be squeezed in en route. Despite having to eat out Wilf still got the lip smackingly good ends of the croissants.
Getting caught up and enjoying your last few posts. Loved the colorful stilted Dessert Queens... The garlic festivities looked totally fun...your gueste hopefully did not reek on the plane ride home....amazing street stalls, I would LOVE to wander around and look at all the treasures. Thanks for sharing the fun with us.
ReplyDeleteIf only my parents, world champion crumb droppers, could still travel, I would be sending them down to visit Wilf straight away! Well I do hope the next set of visitors live up to expectations...
ReplyDeleteCheers, Gail.
Hope the new guests are more sloppy where food is concerned.
ReplyDeleteXXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella
The contented creature is always hopeful :)
ReplyDeleteWilf, I hope the next group of visitors brings you much better luck in the crumb department!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could live in Fort Collins! Walla Walla would be nice too.....
ReplyDeleteOne can never have too much hope. Let's hope for Wilf's sake that the new people drop at least a little bit of tasty morsels! :)
I love Wilf's viewpoint. Here's to slovenly eaters!!!! And, whiffs of cow patties. Wilf knows how to live and could teach us all a thing or two.
ReplyDeletelove the chic shops!
ReplyDeleteToday I feature Wilf! What fun to follow his adventuires! My husband will travel to Nice today, what a heavenly country! Elizabeth
ReplyDeleteWe are on our second round of company--The dogs didn't score anything from my friend, but from my brother, all they had to do was take one look at his disheveled appearance and he was toast...and he shared his with them--How do they know?? :-)
ReplyDeleteHmmm, I don't know if I would want to be lectured by a melon, especially if it was in French! :)
ReplyDeletePeoples who are neat while eating are no fun at all. Good luck with the next group Wilf ;)
ReplyDeleteWoofs and Licks,
Maggie Mae
If I were there, I would play ball with Wilf 24/7 and share all of my meals with him. How can anyone resist that adorable face?
ReplyDeleteOf course he got the ends of the croissant! Nice pix! Just back from Luasanne where we picked out a house. next steps: sell the cars, get the movers to pack and ship stuff, pack up stuff for long storage, flights, figure out doggie travels (will probably fly them myself on same flight rather than a service), and then it's on to living a new life in CH. cheers Wilf and humans!
ReplyDelete~wild dingo