There has been a real shortage of markets or grocery stores in this part of Southern France. Yesterday afternoon, I bought food from a "food ambulance." Honestly, that was the name. The ambulance was parked in the garage of the Mairie or mayor's office. It was a tiny grocery store on wheels. I bought cheese and cookies and some bread. Today, when I went back today to get a photo of the ambulance,, it was gone. I assume that it travels from village to village with some basic supplies. Without the ambulance blocking the firetruck-sized garage, I noticed tthe walls were covered with large murals depicted the history of village.
The streets of the town. As you can see, it is not very big.
The village with a pilgrim walking through.
Sports - looks like Boissezon is more of a Kentucky fan than a Louisville booster?
Mireille is my cute-as-a-button, pixie-like Gitier. I am staying in a Gite, so I think Gitier is a word? If not, it should be. Mireille's english is pretty good, and we had many laughs trying to communicate. She is such an interesting gal and a joy to spend time with. I am sure that everyone who stays here loves her with her bright smile and warm personality. In addition, she plays the harp and loves to Tango. Initially, I was nervous about eating meals at the family table, especially with the language difference. I can be a little reclusive on my trips. I have eaten in restaurants on my previous treks and infrequently had a meal delivered to me. I read once that the difference between introverts and extroverts is how you relax. Introverts relax with time by themselves, and extroverts gravitate towards people to relax. Although I am a chatterbox, I fit into the introvert category by this description. But, I am thoroughly enjoying these meals with my different hosts. It can be a bit of Charades, but that adds to the fun. I think that Walk the Camino has done a bang-up job making my reservations. I am staying in such a remote area, and it is a bit off-season limiting their options, and yet I have loved their choices.
How could I not like Mireille? This is Wilson. He looks just like our Abby and he has the same pushy personality. In true cat form, when she moved into her house, he made made himself at home, and she has had him ever since. Or should I say, he has had her ever since? Last night's dinner was not only delicious, but such fun. I wish that I had taken photos of the meal, but we were so engrossed in conversation that I forgot.
We started with a bright green soup loaded with vegetables from her garden. It also had garbanzo beans and plenty of herbs. Our next course was a thinner version of a frittata filled with a summer sausage type of meat. It made my taste buds tango. For dessert, we had a mixture of yogurt, bananas, pineapple, coconut milk, and some other things. It reminded me of a banana split, one of my childhood favorite desserts. Actually, when it comes to banana splits, I am still a child. Yum!
Lunch was going to be bread and cheese because there is no restaurant open. Mireille called a friend who owns a small restaurant and the restaurantuer made me this pizza. It was warm and cheesy and ooey-gooey. It was way more than I could eat so I have lunch tomorrow for the trail.
I wandered up the mountain to the church but it was closed You can see the church from miles away since it it at the very top of the village.
On the way down, I passed the military museum which was also closed. but I found this soldier with the rucksack and cannon to be intriguing.
An old door for Mary P.
The outside of my little two night heaven. Mireo;;e tole me that the name, La Rêverie means good dreams. I spent most of the day inside because it was cold and rainy. I have been blessed with good weather on this trip but tomorrow it is supposed to rain. Who knows - the sun may shine on me anyway. In any event, my mood will be sunny bcause what is not to like in Southern France.
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