Gunveig, a good friend of my family's, had been on the Riviera for the past week, supporting French cultural life (by visiting the local art museums with my parents...).
Although we were not able to join their cultural activities (having to work can be such a nuisance), a nice dinner is something I normally don't say no to. So after an apero at our place, we headed to one of our favourite restaurants on the Cote d'Azur, Entre Cour and Jardin.
We were, as last time, welcomed by our favourite French waiter, Pierre. The meal was predictably delicious, and original (I had myself a "Cannette sur pain perdu au foie gras" - which means something along the lines of "duckling on foie gras-covered French toast").
Although we were not able to join their cultural activities (having to work can be such a nuisance), a nice dinner is something I normally don't say no to. So after an apero at our place, we headed to one of our favourite restaurants on the Cote d'Azur, Entre Cour and Jardin. We were, as last time, welcomed by our favourite French waiter, Pierre. The meal was predictably delicious, and original (I had myself a "Cannette sur pain perdu au foie gras" - which means something along the lines of "duckling on foie gras-covered French toast").
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