shit and chips

Nyons market this morning. Don wandered and we met up afterwards for lunch at the restaurant attached to Nyons pool - it's always been pretty good food-wise and price-wise.

We got a 'menu' each:

Don: beer, salade nicoise, andouillette and chips, creme brulée, alongé.
Me: rosé, terrine de campagne, blanquette de veau, mousse au chocolat, espresso.

Don, after he'd eaten three quarters of his andouillete, announced that it tasted a bit like poo :(

Got back to the house, slept for a bit, saw Mireille and Frederique, chatted to mum, ate salmon for tea, and then went to bed.

Didn't take any pics of my food today (not like me!), so it's a pic of Don's hairy leg alongside my not so hairy leg :)