Where do we go in France
We seemed to have become the Melbourne source of "where to go in France" with our many friends in our area of "Our Home on the Bay". It all started last month when we were invited for dinner to tell our Irish/New Zealand friends what to see in the Dordogne. They are currently sending us photos by email of them eating and drinking - do you think this is a method of saying thank you or making us jealous?
Only last week my cycling friend Cookie asked for some ideas on accommodation in Paris and what to see - where do you start? Sue put together a list of contacts and "thing to see".
Friday night, Sue had a visit from a fellow teacher up the other end of our street who is off to the Lot and Paris and again same thing. We sat with maps, books and of course a glass of wine.
Its now Sunday as I write and this afternoon when she arrived back home after shopping - toot, toot, toot - that's the signal for me to carry in the shopping, she who must be obeyed was across the road talking to our neighbours who are off to France this year.
Question - where should we go while in the Dordogne and the Loire? - what can I say, we seem to be the street's authority on France.
The Bicycle Swap Meet
Other than these weekend experiences I did get out on the bike to a swap meet. I've been to car swap meets and of course many Brocantes in our travels. A bike swap meet is full of colourful characters and some that become friends - one such person is "Col". We've discovered we have similiar interests despite the several years gap in our ages. But then we have many friends of various age groups which makes our life interesting.
Col and I found that we have the same acquaintances without having ever met each other through these mutual friends. Our interests lay in both bikes and cars of a vintage theme.
|"Col" with his very early post-war bike.|
He does go on, doesn't he? I love that he has a vivid imagination.
Tiny meringues with a little home made lemon curd to go with coffee and we're done.
The Lone Lemon
Oh yes, there was another thing this weekend - the LONE LEMON was picked. I bought Sue a lemon tree in a pot a few years back for a birthday present or was it Christmas - not important.. The poor thing was barren, that is until this year when it sprouted its first born.
Well this solitary lemon just kept getting fatter, even obese but refused to leave the nest, if in fact it was a bird. But no, it was a lemon and had no right to still cling to the branch at its size. Today was the day for it to leave its branch (by force). I decided to take things into my own hands, the lemon that is. I think we might keep it for next Sunday nights meal. Sue, how does fish sound next weekend?
Remember Sue talks in green. It was really sad. We had heaps of lemons from this tiny tree last year.(22 who says I'm obsessed?) But this year we had two storms with big winds about 2 weeks apart and it took every blossom from the tree but one! I have nurture this one lone lemon for months!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have a good week everyone.