My galette was a more restrained affair and was named after some racing car driver. It involved steak hachè, cheese, onions and tomatoes but I chose it for the fact that it was the only one that came with a salad…

My galette was a more restrained affair and was named after some racing car driver. It involved steak hachè, cheese, onions and tomatoes but I chose it for the fact that it was the only one that came with a salad...

Galette "Van Damme" has kept Mr Snail full all day. A mighty meal.

Galette "Van Damme" has kept Mr Snail full all day. A mighty meal.

Lunchtime drinking at the crèperie in Montmorillon

Lunchtime drinking at the crèperie in Montmorillon

Improbably sweet, moistly sticky almond centres rendered violet by ambrosial blackberry married with bitter blackcurrant. "Eat within ten days," she said; who could leave them aside for so long?

Improbably sweet, moistly sticky almond centres rendered violet by ambrosial blackberry married with bitter blackcurrant. "Eat within ten days," she said; who could leave them aside for so long?

Montmorillon

Tonight we are in Montmorillon, the town that is closest to our new home in Lathus. it has poured with rain almost constantly since we arrived but we managed to get out and about for a first look. I even grabbed a few photos when the rain slowed to a drizzle…

It’s not often that we see an Indian restaurant in France. This one must be put to the test asap.

Like Hay and Wigtown, Montmorillon is a Book Town

The route into the Cité

La Gartempe

Ornamentation on the bridge… Book Town is everywhere

A peek into a very good looking restaurant ( we might try it out tomorrow)

Book Town

The Glass Key sells English Language books and is the ideal representation of a second hand book shop. It even has a ginger cat

In the Cité

These hand made screens attracted my eye (and reminded me of my school days!)

Amazing roof line.