A daily cheese routine has begun in earnest. Yesterday’s lunch was a baguette and a Picardie Brie that weirdly resembled freshly churned butter and had a pleasingly strong flavour which Mr Fluffy described as off yoghurt - perfect. Today we hoovered up a baguette and a Tricorne de Picardie, a hard yet creamy cheese in a triangular shape - who’d have guessed. Tomorrow Roquefort - oh, and a baguette.
Quasimodo would have loved the Aire we stopped at this afternoon - oh, them bells, them bells. The lakeside location did little to tempt us to stay at La Madeleine Bouvet once three o’clock chimed out from the pretty church adjacent to the parking lot. It wasn’t a total loss, however, as the Fluffy one got his graffiti fix at the church and we are now at a slightly less attractive location just up the road in Breconcelles - with no BreconBELLS.
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| The Bells End to our Pretty Parking |
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| Not a total loss for Mr Fluffy |
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