Our daily routine here in France is now firmly established. Up, and out with the boyz bright and early for a healthy twenty minute walk. Then quickly off to the local bakers to pick up some fresh croissants for breakfast. While I'm off in the boulangerie, Wilf and Digby sit contentedly in the back of the car with the windows down observing the morning shoppers and savouring the lingering smell of baguette, tarte tatin and other goodies. Purchases complete it's quickly home before the croissants get cold stopping off only briefly to pick up the morning paper .The boyz are supposed to be on a wheat free diet but their 'angel dog' routine usually means that my stern resolve evaporates and they end up getting a small morsel from either end of the croissant.
One of the peculiarities of our little village (of which more anon) is the presence of a speed bump outside the front gates of the house. It would be a busy day if more than twenty cars were to pass through the village and quite why the powers that be decided to locate a traffic calming device ,complete with warning signs and large chevrons,in our little hamlet quite defies explanation. Perhaps every commune has to have one or perhaps there was money left in the budget at the end of the year.
interesting trees in the parking area?! looks like a lovely little town...and the dogs look great!ReplyDelete
Oh! For a fresh French baguette!ReplyDelete
Yummy, baguette, moi aussi, svp?ReplyDelete