It’s getting a bit warmer, although the mornings are still pretty chilly. When we left at 0645 for dialysis it was 6.5 C (about 44 F). By the time David came to pick me up, we were at 19 C, about 66 F.
We headed to St. Remy in hopes that we would finally find a parking spot. We needed to shop at the Intermarche for a few items: mouchoir (Kleenex), some good cheese for Anne & Jay (Comte, St. Marcellin, Roquefort), produce, Badoit (sparkling water), eggs, David’s beloved Sanginello (blood orange juice from Sicily), and a few other items. We also needed to get diesel for the car, as we have three sessions at the dialysis clinic under our belt, plus several excursions around the area.
First, however, we needed to see if we could find parking in St. Remy (we did), and then we wanted to get a table at Olivades, a tiny spot that is one of our favorite dining haunts (we did, as well.)
Olivades was featuring a specialty from near Nice, Pissaladiere, which is like a thin crust pizza topped with cooked onions, olives, and anchovies. We started with a kir, then moved to a Terres Blanches rose, until our dishes came. David had a wonderful salmon, which he always has here, and I went with the pissaladiere, which was terrific. We think we’ll make it when we get home. If you’re interested in trying it, let us know.
After lunch we headed to the Intermarche to shop, then drove to Orgon for fuel. Finally, we then wound our way up the back road to the mas to put everything away.
Friday is the Marché in Eygalieres – market day. Our little main street is closed to traffic and lined with booths with all manner of goods. With Jay and Anne arriving tomorrow, our list is short – good olive oil and vinegar, top drawer cheeses such as the brie with truffles that Chez Emily – the fromagerie on the main street – makes and sells, plus aged Comte, Emmenthal, and Parmigiano, maybe some tapenade or anchoiade (a tapenade made with anchovies). David can never resist the butcher who sells Jambon blanc, a special cooked ham. And I have to go with the friendly elderly gentleman who makes his own pastries such as sacristain. If they’re at the Marché, we also always buy some sausages, such as the pure pork sausage stuffed with Roquefort, and the wonderful faggot that looks like sticks. Finally, if we can ever get to the head of the line, there’s an artisan who smokes and sells fantastic salmon.
We finished our shopping and settled in at Café du Centre for a ½ carafe of rose. It’s always fun to watch the market, especially all the doggies that people bring. After relaxing a bit, we headed over to Bistro l’Aubergine for lunch, and a chance to chat with Alex and Christine. Alex sat with us and told us that during the 12 (successful) years of his restaurant, he had been supported by a local cadre of customers, who he was recognizing by putting plaques with their names on his banquettes. He will be putting our names up, which is a wonderful gesture and we were very touched.
After a nice lunch (moules for me, tuna for David), we headed home to relax a bit. David hooked up the Jambox for some music and we had a light snack with chicken and cheese before turning in.