Vive Le France

I am now officially in mourning for all things European. We've just spent a week in Provence with Kath, Jonny and Hannah. We were staying at a very laid back guest house (recommended by Sean & Brigitte) near Gordes. The breakfasts and evening meals were amazing and we 'made do' with food from the markets for lunch. All in all, it was a total cheese fest. We pottered around the little hill top villages, danced sur le pont in Avingon (well, under it) and generally had a fab time playing in the pool, drinking wine and chilling out. All the guests ate their evening meal together in the courtyard, and as there was no choice of menu, you ate what you were given. This is the only excuse I have, for admitting to eating a rather tasty lapin. Hermann now has his eye on Bongile and Phumuzile for our big Le Creuset pot. We also ate tripe sausages (not quite so tasty) at the Saturday night BBQ......