We ate really well in France. Most lunches were out at a cafe.
Sometimes there were distractions. We spent an hour playing with the kitten.
And visiting the bunnies.
Sometimes we bought at a street market for a picnic. Paella for the Roman vs. Gauls historic site visit. I think we were the only non French at this event.
We made jambon and cheese at home for the caves visit. The French picnic in style, even at highway gas stops. We forgot the picnic cloth.
And there were treats on the street.
Cracking walnuts
Most dinners I cooked ... in Normandy
La Roque ... I even made some fruit crisps with the plums from the garden.
They sell crepe mix in the super markets.
In Paris.