© Number 10 B & B 2016
I love this time of year, even all the shopping and rushing from pillar to post and back again.
Os à moelle
I decided to try something new and with little idea as to what to expect placed my order. It looked a little strange but was absolutely delicious if very filling, so much so I had to share it with Richard.
I know, let’s do what we always do when undecided around noon and have lunch. What could be nicer than sitting outside in the sunshine and perusing the menu.
For me, I decided to try something new and with little idea as to what to expect ordered ‘Os à moelle’. It looked a little strange but was absolutely delicious if very filling, so much so I had to share it with Richard.
A glass of Christmas cheer
Richard was more than happy to sample a new bière de Noël, appropriately served in Santa’s boot.
Yes, it was as big as it appears in the photo.
All the fun of the fair
Wandering back down to the station to catch the train home, we were briefly tempted to take a ride on the ferris wheel but the moment passed.
Will it fit down the chimney?
Although Richard did spot this beauty which I am sure will be added to his 'Dear Santa' letter assuring him he has been very, very good in 2015.
What better way to celebrate two December birthdays than a visit to the Christmas market in Pau.
It is hard to decide what to do first. Should we wander around the many stalls set up in the lovely city square? Should we fortify ourselves first with a glass or two of vin chaud, or maybe that would be best saved for later?
One unexpected gift arrived a few days earlier. One dark night in 2014, Mme le Maire arrived with a box of the most delicious chocolates from the local chocolatier.
We assumed they were a welcome to the village present but no. This year another box was delivered by a gentleman who was kind enough to explain that everyone over 60 in the village receives one. Which only goes to prove that here in Saint Goin there are some rather pleasant perks to being an oldie!
Here in the South West some enterprising ex-pats are keeping alive a very British Christmas tradition – Pantomime. “Oh no they’re not, Oh yes they are!”
Christmas morning dawned with yet another glorious sunrise over the mountains. Fortunately red sky in the morning does not equate to shepherds warning.
This year it is just the four of us – ourselves and the two hounds. However it does bring a touch of luxury as unlike 2014, we now have a dining room for Christmas lunch and a sitting room to relax in after.
In the hall the tree is decorated and presents wait to be open after the obligatory glass of bubbly in the garden.
In early in December we enjoyed a night at the theatre to see their production of Aladdin. It was a great evening with the usual audience participation, especially with regard to Aladdin’s lack of voice.
I know nowadays every lovie is an ‘actor’ even those who would previously been an ‘actress’. I’m sorry, I’m too long in the tooth. Thus, I will say the poor actress who was playing the lead had been struck down with the dreaded lurgy which is currently doing the rounds but as they say in all the best circles “The show must go on”.
So it was that when Aladdin was bemoaning the fact that he had lost everything – his riches, his lamp and worst of all Princess Jasmine – a voice piped up from the audience “and your voice”. Not to take anything away from the entertaining script but I think it would be fair to say this got one of the loudest laughs of the evening.
A fun evening
Enjoyed not only by the ex-pats but also our French friends