Our neighbor, “Madam La”, sent a IM saying, “Have you crossed the shadow of Napoleon?” We were on Ile d’Aix and, it turns out, was where Napoleon spent his last time on French soil before being sent to exile by the English to Saint Helena. This plaque showed a brooding Napoleon on his way from France.
We took our visiting friends to Ile d’Aix where cars are not allowed. We wanted to rent bikes but were there before the bike shop opened so we stopped for a petit dejuner at a rather posh cafÃ©. This fancy mirror was on a wall there.
The restaurant was connected to a hotel and if the table had a croissant on it, it was for hotel guests. Notice that there is no plate for the croissant. This is very typical in France. No plates for pastries and on a napkin if you are lucky. Our French guests sat at our kitchen counter in our apartment every morning (sometimes they stood there) and ate bread without plates getting crumbs all over the place. Maurice does this too and it drives me crazy. A French thing.
The bicycle rental shop finally opened and the owner had this huge St. Benard which greeted us in the street with his belly up. The last time we were on this island we ate in a small nearby cafÃ© and the dog roamed between the tables begging for food.