No, this is not my motorcycle parked precariously pointing slightly downhill. The owner was probably in the bar having a drink.
On the day I took this photo, lunch was being served. There were a number of cars parked nearby and couples and workers were piling in. It was a Friday lunchtime and I caught a whiff or two of something tasty as I walked by.
I had just dropped Nick off for a few hours’ fishing down by the bridge at Descartes. He likes it there by the fishing café – all the facilities a fisherman could need are on hand.
I was therefore off the lead and tempted to indulge in lunch myself. But then I thought I would save the experience for us to enjoy together another day.
In any case, I was enjoying my walk around the village, taking photos and seeing the sights. Green is one of the colours approved for doors and windows in the region. The greens used vary enormously from a very pale pastel green, which I like, to this dark green, which I am not so fond of.
That day, I broke one of my own personal rules – “strike whilst the iron is hot”. We passed by the auberge many times after that and it never seemed to be open for lunch. Then last year scaffolding appeared and subsequently the whole building has been gutted. The front has been completely done up and the interior stripped.
I couldn’t tell what the building is going to be last time we drove by. There were traffic lights allowing only single-file traffic past the site so we could only get a glimpse of what was going on. I’m hoping it will be another restaurant but it could just as easily be a large house. Now I’m annoyed with myself for not trying out the old auberge while I could.