Friday, October 24, 2008


This morning we mentioned to a visitor from the UK (London to be precise) that we were going to the supermarket. She asked us to buy her some cigarettes. She was somewhat bemused when I told her that they couldn't be purchased at the supermarket and because it was something that we didn't normally do, that we would have to go looking for a tabac.
I remember when we first arrived in France that we struggled to come to terms with Sunday (and quite often Monday) closing. We'd been used to eating out at whim and in particular chomping at our favourite curry house on a Monday evening. Try finding a restaurant open around here on Monday or Tuesday come to that. Fat chance. Even in Nîmes it's hard to find a restaurant open on Monday night. I remember when we first started to furnish the house and the wasted journeys because we had forgotten about lunch-time closing. Ahhhh, those were the days. Not.

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