Today was going to be a better day than yesterday. Yesterday evening, after some research, we decided to continue with our journey along the canal. Angela had earmarked La Gacilly, a pretty little town of old houses and flowered decorated streets as a must see.
Between June and September an open air photographic festival takes over the town, a town which has over thirty craft people operating from small galleries and workshops. Arriving mid morning, we were surprised and pleased to see a large parking area for vans close to the town, and decided even though we hadn't travelled far we would stay here tonight. Whilst it was still comfortable to walk around, we took a look at some of the photographs.
Photograph labelled "Andrew and Imogen share a meal in a Wetherspoons pub in Peterlee, County Durham. This chain of pubs offers beer and food at low prices. It is a meeting point for many families suffering financial hardship"!
The 'So British' exhibition seemed to portray much of the worst of Britain, and we were unhappy at how our country came across to the French who were laughing at how we were depicted, though to be honest most nationalities think we are very stupid tohavevoted for Brexit. One o'clock, beaten by the heat, we decided to seek shade in a nearby restaurant.
Lunch in a restaurant is something we rarely do, so it was a real treat. Angela loves Moules Marinieres, and hasn't had this particular meal in France for some years. Being off the coast, restaurant prices here are a little less expensive. And as local people were eating at our chosen restaurant, we knew it would be good. Full as an egg, we stepped out onto the hot pavement resigned to sitting out the heat of the afternoon in the shade by the van. But as full as we were, we couldn't resist the lure of an ice cream. John exchanged banter with the lady server, 'just one boule in a cornet please, wifey say only allowed one boule. But I know French people always have three boules!'. France hasn't been too good for John's diet, too much nice tempting food, and with the intense heat it has cut down our daily exercise. At six thirty this evening, the temperature was still 83f, and we still had the rest of the town and photographic festival to see. But we must be aware and conscious of our surroundings, and know at the moment it is just too dangerous to venture out. Glass of wine in the shade it is then Margery.
