It might have been the aperitifs, or perhaps the second carafe of vin rouge. Paul was sticking to one glass of red wine because he was driving so it was all down to Kat and me. We were lunching at our favourite restaurant in Monpazier, le Privilege. Paul and I chose the menu du jour (poached egg on a bed of wild mushrooms followed by pork belly with prunes) while Kat had gazpacho (complete with a little sachet of vodka ) and her old favourite of confit de canard. The food was excellent. The art decorating the walls was bad.
When we finally left the restaurant I was definitely a little unsteady on my feet and needed to hang on tightly to Paul’s arm to negotiate the cobbled streets of Monpazier. There were very few tourists about today so it was a pleasure to wander around this medieval bastide town. Next week we will be returning to Monpazier to dine at a chateau hotel with a chef who is willing to prepare a special menu for vegan daughter Sarah. I have promised Paul I will stay sober this time.
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