Gizzards à l'orange
|Gizzards à l'orange|
We were up and about at 9am and cooked breakfast of sausages and beans which we enjoyed with cups of coffee. Beans, by the way, are not something the French seems to regard in the same way as the British. There was just one variety on the shelf of Super U, in what must have been about 80 feet of tinned vegetables.
We set off from camp at 11am and were in the centre of the village before it shut for lunch. We weren't particularly impressed by the market. Stalls were selling dated-looking coats, tea towels and napkins. A food market did look promising but trying to ask a market stall owner for meat and vegetables in French was too difficult a prospect, especially with a giant supermarket within walking distance.
|Notre Dame in Pouzauges|
Eventually we were on a track that had its own yellow route markers. It was path 6 on walks around Pouzauges. It was a lovely walk through open countryside but it never brought us to a waterfall! Still, it had been three hours of exercise and I'd stroked a donkey and horse along the way.
|One of the circular walks|
Back in Cleopatra Tony had a snooze while I wrote the blog entries for yesterday and today. Around 5pm we started preparing dinner which was then able to slow cook until it was ready at 8pm. It tasted amazing. Next time I'd cook it for even longer so the gizzards were a little more tender though.
We enjoyed two bottles of local Vendeen wine and went to bed a little tipsy.