A few nights ago we went to a local restaurant and ordered 'moules/frites' for 4. They come in a black cauldron, that you bring back the next day. That's one thing that I love about France (if you want to compare France to North America) - they trust you! The newspaper guy would give me my recipe magazine, without me having my wallet with me and he'd say, "Later, pay me later!". NEVER in North America would that happen (or rarely, at least). Can you imagine being at Abercrombie and the cashier saying, "Listen, you're missing 10 bucks, come back tomorrow to give it to me! Enjoy the clothes!" Yeah, right!
Moules/frites (of course the Teen had chicken nuggets/frites!):
Then the big guy and the little guy went fishing, but not of the pier this time. They went by the edge of the ocean:
This is the view of the house from the beach. The 'mountain' behind the house is called 'la clape' (ok, insert joke here!).
When the wind comes from the mountains (or behind the house), the ocean is calm and the water is cold - it's a 'north wind'. Sometimes the wind comes from the ocean, huge waves form and the water is warm. This is one time that the wind is from the ocean:
Yesterday morning, the honey and I went to Narbonne (the city) to 'les halles', a famous market place (with a 'catalan' twist). He couldn't resist the 'boudin' Catalan. The lady said she eats it raw!! Ok, wouldn't go that far! But it was quite tasty - I've taken a liking to 'boudin' (blood sausage, since living here):
It looks bad, but it was quite tasty. The Teen came 'out of her shell' and had a bite (ok, for 5 euro), she loved it! The little guy didn't like it, he couldn't get past the 'blood' thing. They tried it though! And who knew the Teen would like it! WOW!!