Saturday
Taking the 2.00pm Easyjet from Gatwick is a very civilised way of getting to La Rochelle. Travelling with no luggage means a pleasant walk to the Tram, train from East Croyden a door to door journey of just over the hour at a totla cost of £9.00.
We were joined at the airport by Elaine who had accepted an invite for a weekend of golf. The flight ran a few minutes late but with a flight time of an hour we were still parking the rented Renault Grand Scenic (hmm bigger than I had thought) outside number 8 about 5.00pm local time.
Moules at Viviers was the highlight of the evening and we enjoyed a spectacular sunset at we finished our meal. It was pretty much full and we needed to have booked. The MKAY sign sat on the same table we used when last visiting with M&A.
Sunday
There was a competition on at the golf club and so we booked a tee time for 15.20, an hour after the last of the competiton went out and so we set of mid morning to go into La Rochelle itself. Our plan was Le petit dejeuner at Cafe de la Paix and a walkabout, showing Elaine the essence of the town. So, after picking up the making s of Sunday dinner in the Casino,parking in Place Verdun was our first destination - no problem. Hmmmm the Cafe was closed. Ah well there are the two very buzzy spots in the square by the Hotel de ville. Did you see it coming? Yes, both closed - in fact very closed.
It began to look like the season had ended and how, or was it just Sunday? Fortunatley all the cafes by the Old Port were open and we had a delightfull LPD watcing the world go by in bright warm sunshine. We strolled by the Old Port and ice creamed on the small beach just beyond the sailing school and then toured around to the Marina before heading back to Nantilly to prepare for golf.
Playing conditions were perfect although the breeze that served to cool us was a bit strong on a couple of the holes. A good time was had by all and we finished the last six holes in the company of a member who was playing by herself. She quickly became Elaine's best friend as she deceded that chattering away in freanch to either Anika or Peter was a waste fo time. It was uncanny she played every shot (except putting) in exactly the same way - a five wood plonking it forward 20 to 80 yards and merrily made her way round the course with a tidy score.
Honey, lemon and tarragon chicken with roast potatoes, haricot vert and carrots for dinner and a glass wine and long conversations ended the day.
Taking the 2.00pm Easyjet from Gatwick is a very civilised way of getting to La Rochelle. Travelling with no luggage means a pleasant walk to the Tram, train from East Croyden a door to door journey of just over the hour at a totla cost of £9.00.
We were joined at the airport by Elaine who had accepted an invite for a weekend of golf. The flight ran a few minutes late but with a flight time of an hour we were still parking the rented Renault Grand Scenic (hmm bigger than I had thought) outside number 8 about 5.00pm local time.
Moules at Viviers was the highlight of the evening and we enjoyed a spectacular sunset at we finished our meal. It was pretty much full and we needed to have booked. The MKAY sign sat on the same table we used when last visiting with M&A.
Sunday
There was a competition on at the golf club and so we booked a tee time for 15.20, an hour after the last of the competiton went out and so we set of mid morning to go into La Rochelle itself. Our plan was Le petit dejeuner at Cafe de la Paix and a walkabout, showing Elaine the essence of the town. So, after picking up the making s of Sunday dinner in the Casino,parking in Place Verdun was our first destination - no problem. Hmmmm the Cafe was closed. Ah well there are the two very buzzy spots in the square by the Hotel de ville. Did you see it coming? Yes, both closed - in fact very closed.
It began to look like the season had ended and how, or was it just Sunday? Fortunatley all the cafes by the Old Port were open and we had a delightfull LPD watcing the world go by in bright warm sunshine. We strolled by the Old Port and ice creamed on the small beach just beyond the sailing school and then toured around to the Marina before heading back to Nantilly to prepare for golf.
Playing conditions were perfect although the breeze that served to cool us was a bit strong on a couple of the holes. A good time was had by all and we finished the last six holes in the company of a member who was playing by herself. She quickly became Elaine's best friend as she deceded that chattering away in freanch to either Anika or Peter was a waste fo time. It was uncanny she played every shot (except putting) in exactly the same way - a five wood plonking it forward 20 to 80 yards and merrily made her way round the course with a tidy score.
Honey, lemon and tarragon chicken with roast potatoes, haricot vert and carrots for dinner and a glass wine and long conversations ended the day.
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