Now for some food news. Last Saturday as we drove to Provence, we had lunch in a restaurant in Apt. (Not that is not an abbreviation for apartment.) We ordered le menu, and enjoyed a wonderful plate with a salad and a "porc joweland spinach" pate, anticipating a small dessert to follow. Much to our surprise, that was indeed just the salad, and the following turrine of tender meat on a bed of potatoes in a wonderful sauce left us stuffed to the gills. The chocolate dessert - a flour-less torte with a soft center - left each of us wondering who would roll whom to the car. We did manage to get back to the car, and headed for our gite. We haad been gone only about 5 minutes when I realized my hat was not on my head. I distinctly remembered placing it on my chair under my coat - so we immediately turned around and went back to the restaurant - which was now closed and locked. AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! Some loud knocking led to the door opening, a search of the table and chair; but no chapeau. There had been only one other group in the restaurant when we left; and , I confess, Nancy and I had some very disappointing thoughts about the morals of someone who would take someone else's new hat instead of turning in the the owner of the restaurant.
Later that afternoon, we parked as I called the gite to get directions, and I stepped out of the car to take off my jacket. As I got back in to the car, I was hailed by a friendly fellow saying "votre chapeau". It had apparently caught on my jacket as I put it on, and had fallen off as I took the jacket off. Just how does one take back accusations one thought of instead of declaring them to the alledgely guilty party? Anyway, I still have mon chapeau - which works very well to keep this bald head warm.
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