(Our host plays the violin)

We were invited to breakfast this morning. At the home of a friend of our host. He is in France from Texas where he lives with his wife and two children. He’s been here since January and he teaches French to American students who attend a music college in the town of Pontlevoy. And when he was 19 he went to UCD (Dublin) and did French Literature! His father was at breakfast too, he’s come for a visit from Mexico where he has lived for the past 33 years, he is French and speaks excellent English, of course Spanish and, naturellement, French.

(The breakfast table)

We sat in the garden of his rented house around a metal table covered in breakfast things. The sun was shining, the coffee was flowing and it was easy to feel at home. We talked about motorbikes and children and vinyl records. We ate croissants and French bread, cold meats, cherries and cheese.

(The garden)

After two and a half hours we reluctantly left. It was difficult to leave our host too. We were back on the road again by 2 pm.

(Secure Parking)

And tonight we arrived in Arromanches, one of the Normandy beaches. Will be visiting the museum tomorrow so tell you about that then.

(Winding Road)

Now it’s time for dinner, wonder what it’ll be tonight?

 

Nuit, la nuit, Mairead. (Night, night – literal so probably not correct!)