Gallic tales

Poor ‘Sylvie’, she’s suffering. We’ve come all this way to southern France, home of countless delicious things to eat, only for her to suffer with her gallstones. We’ve had lots of delicious local cheeses, goat’s, ewe’s, cow’s. We’ve had bread with real butter, cafe au lait, croissants, pains au chocolat, indulgent creamy desserts... and that’s without leaving the house.

Eating out, who knows what went into the heavenly delights, except lots of butter and cream! Yesterday, we lunched by the oyster fishermen’s rigs. Chocolate pear tart then a large ice cream to finish.

How appropriate to suffer gallstones in Gaul!