We started - at lunch, mind you - with strong apero. I had Jeanettes mandarin liqueur. Breakfast, effectively. Very good indeed. Then a Marseilles fish soup, with fish that they'd bought as the boats came in at the port, on top of little toasts spread with garlic mayonnaise and saffron, all scattered with grated cheese. After that was cuttle fish stew, the fish prepared by Louis and cooked by Jeanette and featuring fennel stalks (from Mont Marot) which I didn't know you could use... a rose with the fish courses. Chilled. Then salad and wild boar pate, made by herself of boar shot by him. Jeanette shot with the hunt when she was young, had her own gun, but after her marriage let Louis do the hunting and contented herself with the prep indoors.The salad was dressed with olive oil, vinegar, heavy on the salt and pepper; that was all. Then cheese, with a Costiers de Nimes, perfect with the roquefort. (By this stage, as you can see from the picture, we were all quite cheerful) The blanquette got opened for the apple and almond tart which was covered in egg and cream baked without sugar.
Then Bob and I went home and passed out for a couple of hours. Caught the last of the light walking above Luc sur Aude, looking at orchids and listening to the birds and marveling at our lives.
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