A very hot day, now we have to take a walk with the boss, the dog rolled his eyes and toughed I’m in charge here daddy, I will show the way to cats dream. I climbed at survival speed upon the hill, that means at this side of an heart attack. The dog sniffed around at the pontoon and looks happy, suddenly a rush to heaven, he started as a rocket behind a black cat with a white nose. The cat speeded up and my dog looked at me, He daddy why don’t you let me take over, I’m smart, quick and intelligent, you could be the president, or the veteran and wear your Provençal hat ? Don’t be silly my son, I say, when we are crossing a lamp post you run the other way and then look at me to ask me what is wrong, you piss on yourself, you eat death rats , no way son run the other end and try to be a nice dog.
The landscape looks wonderful. We arrived in a wee town with a Hugh bridge. The Lot looks great, there are a lot of small boats on that river with captains who do look like Clark Gable or should it be more appropriate to call them Adolphe Menjou types. All the girls are so young and fine looking. Desperately seeking fish. That didn’t stop us; we had a short walk through the village and came at a small restaurant with a fantastic terrace. The owner came from the Islands, French Dom-tom and the lady was from around. Let’s do like the French and ask a Picon-white.
Recipe : 1/3 picon, 1/3 white wine, 1/3 lemon syrup, 1/3 ice cubes. Don't tell me there are 4/3 just shut up and drink.
The chef was interesting and offered us the apero starters. Tuna and Salmon made at the Guadeloupian way, with lots of lemon and ginger. Let’s try the rum and the punch he suggested. So we did!!!!!
It’s a long way to home dear, we’ll continue tomorrow……….. Well after all we made it to the other end of the bridge.