Monday dawned “iffy” weather-wise, a bit on the gloomy side but mild.
We puttered around the mas in the morning and caught the occasional sun outside when it broke through the clouds. Just a lazy morning in Provence. Having seen much of the surrounding country on our many past visits, the impetus to “tour and see” has diminished and we tend to find ourselves relaxing at the mas and taking short jaunts to favorite haunts.
By noon, the sun was winning its battle with the overcast as we headed out to nearby Molleges for lunch at Mas du Capoun, a favorite. It’s a short drive, but a pretty one, passing through farm fields framed by rows of Cypress trees that serve as wind breaks when the Mistral comes howling through. Molleges is a sort of “hybrid” village. The center is small and old, with the church, a small square, and a block or two of buildings housing the obligatory cafe, charcuterie, boulangerie, and the like. Outside that core, new homes have been built, in the Provencal style, but constructed fairly recently. Mas du Capoun is one of those newer buildings, housing a small hotel and restaurant built by a Belgian family who moved south to escape the weather. The food is terrific, the prices amazing, and the welcome warm and genuine.
We arrived to find the parking lot jammed, as always, so David slowed slightly to drop me off, then continued down the street to the next block to park. The chef/owner’s charming wife Michele, who is the hostess, walked out to greet us as we were coming in, saying that she recognized our name on the reservation and was delighted to see us back. Giving David the Provencal “three kiss” greeting, she showed us to our table and chatted a bit to see what we had been doing, how long we were staying, etc. We shared a few stories about our respective visits to Rome, then perused the menu.
Mas du Capoun features a wonderful three-course lunch menu, with a choice of two starters, two main courses, and cheese or dessert, for just 16 Euro — 22 Euro with wine. And this is not a stripped down menu, the food is terrific. We both opted for a ravioli with cepes and Iberico ham to start. I followed with a farm chicken dish, while David went with the Plie (fish.) As in the past, everything tasted as good as it looked. We chose a Valdition rose to go with the meal, crisp and refreshing. David had a small cheese platter for dessert, while I passed on the tarte with ice cream and just had a cafe noir. All in all, a delightful meal.
We bade farewell, again with three kisses, and – promising to return in May when we are next scheduled to be here – hopped in the car to handle some errands.
We meandered through the outskirts of Molleges for a bit to explore, then headed to St. Remy to handle our chores.
First on the agenda was chocolates at Joel Durand. He is one of the best chocolatiers in the area, if not France, and traditionally I buy a selection of his delectable “bites” to take to the staff at the clinic in Salon. My way of saying thank you for the wonderful treatment I get. I went with a 48-piece box. You can craft your own assortment from more than a dozen choices, which is always fun. This time, I went with just three: hazelnut, tiramisu, and honey – 16 of each. One down.
Then it was on to the Intermarche (supermarket) to get Pecorino Romano cheese for the bucatini I plan to make, and back to Eygalieres and the mas. It was well after four, and we really had done little except relax, dine, and shop.
Around six pm, we headed down to the Cafe du Centre to meet Patrick for a glass of wine, then it was home and a light snack for dinner before turning in – tomorrow is a dialysis day.