Life's a Stitch

After a relaxing morning we took Bruce to noon Sunday dinner at a local restaurant. This is the busiest time in France for eating out. No wonder, you need the rest of the day to wear off the food coma. It was coincidentally Canadian Thanksgiving with the over indulgence of a holiday meal. 

It started with an horsdeuvre buffet. 

The main course followed and both C & I chose duck. Hey, when in Rome (or France)…The next course was a tray of TEN cheeses, followed by dessert, Creme Brûlée. This seemed a bit ironic since Chuck and Jean used to work in the Heart Smart Program at the health department, and I was being accompanied by two men who have had three heart attacks between them. All three of us are on cholesterol drugs and hopefully we're well guarded from this dietary transgression.

We rolled out of the restaurant and back to La Rit where we had an apres feast discussion about good books and movies, good for digestion. After a short while we got back to reality helping Bruce and sorting and packing our luggage.

On the healthy side of eating, I vowed one more trip to Jean and Bruce's fig tree prior to our departure in the morning. What a treat, perfectly ripened sweet figs fresh from the tree, something we don't get at home.