That was an interesting day. We had to leave home at the ungodly hour of 08.30 because, along with 24 others, we joined a conducted tour of Pézenas. When younger I always considered conducted tours were for old fogies and now that I've joined that venerable band, I think they're a good idea. Whilst I can't say that the tour was wildly exciting, it was certainly interesting and we were shown courtyards, fabulous staircases (above) and gardens that we wouldn't have otherwise seen. Sunday morning is an excellent time to visit a town centre because there aren't too many people around and it's easier to move and stop as a group. Lunch at the Hotel Moliere was good.
At dinner with friends in the village last night we mentioned the trip to Pézenas and Christiane waxed lyrical about a speciality from the town called Petite Pâte de Pezenas. I promised to bring her some back and at the end of the tour we were shown where to buy them. They are supposedly made from a recipe left in the town by Clive of India. They consist of a mixture of mutton, suet, sugar and lemon peel in a pastry case. It was Sunday lunchtime and the town was shut but we found a patisserie that was open. Job done.
When we got back, Max managed to scale a two metre fence to get out of the garden. Oh to be young and in love again. Bloody dog!
2 comments:
We were in Pezenas in August. What a place. I would have loved the guided tour as I am sure there were parts that we did not see. Good luck with Max,I think you will have your hands full,now he has got a taste of the high life. A rubber bone will never be enough for him again !.
Petite Pates de Pezenas - famous, but can't stand them!
Gave ours to the dog.....she is still alive, just!
A lovely town to wander around, especially in the winter. Always remember to look up - a lot to see high up on the walls of buildings!
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