Two Down, Three To Go
From the depths of my cheese coma, I realised this morning that we’ve been here for two weeks already. Not quite half way and I feel like we’re just warming up.
Our raclette experience was every bit as good as it always is here. We sat outside for our glass of electric ribena and amuse bouche of…cheese, while I tried to persuade the restaurant owner that I don’t actually like cheese.
I almost had him, but spoilt the effect by shoving a piece in my mouth at the same time. Must work on my persuasive manipulation skills.
The main event took place inside. A bucket of potatoes, a plate of charcuterie and some salad are the understudies to a frankly obscene amount of cheese – we chose Morbier and as always, it didn’t disappoint.
Cheese 
Cheese
And yes, we did eat it all. We declined the cheese platter dessert option – right now, I might never eat cheese again – and staggered back up the hill to pass out and sleep it off.
How it started 
How it ended
Today has been a lazy day. We ran the gauntlet of Super U in Taninges this morning, after a magnificent breakfast in Wild Beets.
Nick has decreed that I need to do nothing this afternoon and for once, I’m inclined to agree with him. I’m writing this on the balcony, watching in amazement as yet another consignment move into Next Door. Nobody has been seen leaving yet, but the arrival of a small shouty child may change things. He’s already discovered he can bellow PAPA from various balconies, whilst Papa appears to have selective hearing.
This is our last day on our own for a couple of weeks. From tomorrow, an array of family and friends start arriving in waves, bringing entertainment, fun and an inevitable amount of chaos with them. I don’t miss very much at all about the UK when I’m here, but I do miss people and I’m overjoyed that some of the folk I love the most are making the effort to converge on this tiny village in France so we can spend time together. Nick is overjoyed too. Inside.
