I began it with a 5.55 mile run. Running can be a bit tricky in France. Before I knew it, I had accidentally run to the wrong village.
I took this picture as I ran along the road, because it's so funny to me that I would be running along and see a castle.
|As I ran along the wrong road, I ended up at this village and had to turn around. Oops.|
|I don't even know what building this is but the sun chose to highlight it this morning.|
When I returned to the room, my husband was showered and dressed, unlocking the door for me before he headed out to gather pastries for breakfast. I forgot to take a picture, but I'm sure you can imagine a plate with two croissants, a swirled pastry with raspberry in the curled up layers and sugar sprinkled on top, along with an eclair cafe, a coffee-flavored eclair, which is my favorite.
He also brought home a tiny cake for us to eat later.
|Adorable, but we haven't eaten it yet.|
We met at 11:30 for coffee on the main square.
Then we moved to a strip of restaurants, stopping to read the chalkboard menus before deciding on a restaurant.
The restaurant had beautiful stone arches. Rather than a menu du jour, it had a planche du jour and each one had four items. So rather than serving the meal in three or four courses, all the courses came on one slate tray.
I had pate, steak and cheesy mashed potatoes, salad, roquefort cheese and fromage blanc with marron for dessert. The dessert had granola on top.
|Delana and I smiling while other people arrive for lunch.|
|Me and my husband enjoying a birthday lunch|
I hope I don't start to take these things for granted, complaining that I turn my ankle on the cobblestone streets that were built before the Crusades.
I also owe an apology to Pezenas after saying that the only thing here is boulangeries (bakeries) and real estate agents.
As I've explored, I've realized that Pezenas is a great supporter of artists. The whole place is full of "ateliers" workshops for artists. Not many of them are open now, but I can definitely see how tourists would love to come here and just saunter through the village, watching the artists and buying things to take home.
Tomorrow, I have my first French haircut. Wish me luck. I'll try to share the results before we head to England on Sunday.
And thanks so much for all your support. I've had some tough days, and it feels so wimpy to say that I'm unhappy in France. I'll keep moving forward, and I'll continue to be honest with you all.