tresor public dontcha love'em

Merry afternoon in Limoux at the Tresor Public. following on from the merry morning yesterday ditto in Couiza. All because the powers-that-be have sent me a bill for something already paid and documented as paid. In Couiza they said, ooh voila une error and in Limoux they said, we shall annul this debt (=their mistake) But on Tuesday I have to go to Couiza to claim back the money they have taken from my account to cover their error.

OK I know. Paradise has its price. But without sweet darling Andree, her car and her calm, I would be an expense on the public purse in the psychiatric ward in Limoux.Here is an irreverent and deeply spooky photo of Knights Templar's up to not a lot.

Today Claudine turned up with tales of Madagascar - shes here for a brief visit - and tonight Max and Andrea took me to the Pierre Lys for dinner, which was totally brill. Vraiment. Salad with country ham and walnuts, delicious; duck, yum, with this'n'that including pastry shaped like a smiling moon; frommage, in my case a bucket of Roquefort which with red wine is the nearest I can recall to sex; lime sorbet, fresh, with calvados and blanquette.

Tomorrow I'm off to Albi.... today, its happy 110 birthday to Andre Malraux, famous for having a road in Tilling. Or an avenue, I forget.

where does the time go?

I remember an evening at T-Rex with Anne and Margaret
where we couldn't stop laughing (- Phillipe had made a dish of
courgettes with thick tomato sauce, goats cheese and honey
which was delicious and we had that with a texas pizza and T-
Rex's very good staple red wine-)
and I remember trying to find the MJC picnic. The above photo
is what happened - it clearly didn't happen where I thought it
would, which either means I got it wrong or they changed the
venue and decided not to tell me.

I remember a dinner at mine - God, I'm a mean cook - which
was graced by Mike and Hilary, their friend Ian, Leo and Kat -
a very entertaining group -
and I remember Sundays vide grenier which was fantastic.
Its written into the charter - has to be.

Finally I remembered the camera.

So here are Kat, Margaret and Anne at the Auberge Faby where
Sunday lunch acquired a new dimension.