Sunday has mostly come and gone. We had a wonderful day of church, drive through some countryside villages, lunch, nap and reading, followed by a walking adventure in centre ville Grenoble. I persuaded Nancy to investigate and see if we could find an open patisserie - we did and the raspberry tarte was fabulous, especially when consumed in a tiny park with the attendant pigeons, who became very sure of themselves after Nancy tossed a couple of crumbs their way. Then we strolled to the center via Place Victor Hugo, and found an extensive flea market. There we found some cooking utinsels Nancy was missing, and a marvelous street musician. (see the short video clip on myface.) Then back for a salad and walnut tarte for dessert, and a quiet evening. Tomorrow Nancy will have a French lesson, and I am deeply engaged in a work project. The fall colors are nearing their peak, and are absolutely incredible. If the weather holds and we do not have heavy wind, rain or frost, they will be astonishing next weekend.
No comments:
Post a Comment