We were invited to a New Year’s dinner party at the nearby home of fellow boaters, Keith and Ginny…..dinner to be prepared by Dave, former owner of a local restaurant….should be good!
We went to L’Olibou, the local olive co-op, to watch the 3000 pound granite wheels of the olive press in action…..I had heard the aroma of crushed olives is divine….but in these cold, winter days, only a faint odor was emitted. We were amazed at how close we could get to the production and bottling process…..for better or worse, that certainly wouldn’t have been allowed in the USA.
We finally had our luggage returned on Thursday….a week after we returned from our trip. Interestingly, the luggage was turned over to Chronopost for delivery (remember Chronopost? They weren’t able to deliver Felix’s water fountain because they couldn’t find the cottage). We received a call…..from a driver who couldn’t speak English…..asking for directions. We tried to explain, “Commencez la rue de Mirepeisset….restez côté du canal. La maison est à la jonction du Canal de Jonction et Canal du Midi” (i.e., “Start the road to Mirepeisset…. stay next to canal. The house is at the junction of the Canal de Jonction and the Canal du Midi”). Between the horrible grammar and bad pronunciation , the driver didn’t understand a word of it. Craig finally blurted out “La Poste.” The driver said “Oui….onze” so we were off to the post office at 11:00…..happily finding our luggage waiting for us.
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds”