Avril
2018
Back
to Bristol
Wilf’s done some races and we
have an impressive collection of trophies, we joined an Argentine tango class
and managed to avoid too many sore toes. The Office de Tourisme’s guided tours have taught us a lot about the
area’s history, architecture and traditions as well as giving me minor fame in
the magazine.
The Ritzy dessert. We hadn't ordered it - just a gift
from the pastry chef.
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The biggest smiles and the warmest welcome at La Cantine de
Josephine
We’ve not been out and about
as much as we’d hoped but I have had lovely trips with the Nordic walkers and,
once I’d got over my shock at the flatness of the area, learned to appreciate
the huge skies and open views.
Belgium
in the distance. It often is, as the border wiggles around a bit near here
Visits to the Musee de la Piscine at Roubaix
and
the Musee du Verre have been outstanding, as much for the architecture as the
exhibits.
We have, though, enjoyed the
ordinary day-to-day life in France. Living in the centre of town has meant that
we’ve used the local shops more than we could at home. I’ll miss the butcher
who cut a small slice of beef in the shape of a heart for a little girl, the
cheese-monger who knows not only where each cheese comes from but also the
history of the area. We’ll miss our bakers: the one half a mile away with an
amazing array of cakes
and
the one two minutes away which makes my favourite pains aux raisins and tourbillons.
We’ve been pleased to be so
near to the market and have become regular customers at some of the stalls.
There’s the fishmonger, who drives up from Boulogne twice a week and has
whatever is in season. Many times we’ve not known what fish we were eating but
it’s always been good. Our veg has usually come from a grower seven miles away.
The queues for his produce are usually long and sociable and we have met
several people there who greet us in the street. The produce has had a definite
“freshly-picked” quality about it and his frequent rounding-down of the total
balances out the mud on the carrots.
We’ll miss Abdel, who sells olives, spices, grains, dried fruit and
fresh herbs on Wednesdays and who taught me how to make couscous. The Jam Lady
has added to our croissant-eating pleasure and Euroman (everything costs about one
euro) has been our supplier of preserving jars, detergent, pyjamas and knives.
We’ll particularly miss buying fruit from Karim who, after I’d given him a
small gift for his daughter (as a thank-you for several good turns), has been
refusing to let us pay. This has usually turned into a serious but good-natured
argument which ends when Wilf tucks the money under the till and we get away as
fast as we can.
We'll miss the views over town
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Merci à
tous qui ont aidé à nous donner un acceuil et des souvenirs si bons.
Au revoir!
Au revoir!