There is a cute little village near us called les Boucholeurs which has a festival every summer. It’s a short walk from our place and we went there for lunch.
They were selling oysters and mussels all day long. They were really good. I’ve had more mussels and French fries in the last two weeks with company than I usually have all year. There were a lot of communal tables set up, most in the shade and we happily ate.
This is a look at the path that we took to get there and back. We had taken our bikes and the light was bad and, see those rocks? Thank God I didn’t fall there or I would have badly hurt myself. I did fall, however, where the drop wasn’t so steep and landed on the sand-went over a couple of big boulders. I’m still not sure how I did it-sort of wobbled and served and couldn’t control my direction. I tore my favorite pants, banged up my leg and squashed the basket on my bike. I guess I must have landed on it. Maurice was ahead of me and had no idea I was no longer behind him. A nice man and wife helped me up and got my bike back on the path. Luckily, my bike was ok and I was able to catch up with Maurice. After we got home, I discovered that my little camera had fallen out of my purse which had been in my basket and we had to trudge all of the way back to the crime scene but we found it. I guess I could post a photo of my leg but, yuk. Could have been much worse had I landed on those rocks and not the sand. Didn’t get to sleep until very late.