Thanks for popping back for my postscript, my lovelies. I hope your weekend has got off to a flying start and maybe you're taking a break from your activities, sitting down with a coffee and are catching up with a few of your favourite blogs - and if you're here then
YIPPPEEEE! I'm one of your faves!
I split up the outfit post I was putting together yesterday as it got just a bit too unwieldy, even by my standards! So here I give you the "where I took the outfit" element. Now just relax, enjoy your coffee and scroll through my pics.
Scaling the centuries-old granite steps to Le Nautique restaurant, which is set in an old wharf building dating from when the seafront part of town was an active port for sailing ships.
Life in steps.
I have a love for old worn steps, steps that evidence forever the tread of those who've walked them for hundreds of years before us. Life is there in each small worn indentation, each foot-polished slab. Each step has been part of million life-stories. What were those before me thinking as they placed their foot exactly where mine is today?
Oh how I digress. Back to the meal, I drank a glass of chilled dry rose.
The view from my table, looking out over one of the island's many marinas.
I started with a prawn tian.
Between courses, I admired the metallic table mats with a modern naiive fish (or should I say ex-fish?) design
I should have stopped at the prawn tian, for I then struggled to get through my king prawn green thai curry and wastefully had to leave rather a lot.
In recent years my appetite must have slowly reduced. Or rather my capacity to eat, for perhaps the appetite is still there. It happens over time as you age I guess. I find that I've continued to order the same meals as I ate, say 5 years ago, but I'm leaving more and more on my plate, uneaten. This is of course an expensive habit but more importantly, it's obscenely wasteful in this day and age.
So I am trying to get my brain to catch up with my stomach and then engage with my mouth so that when it comes to ordering, the elegant words "I'll just have a starter with a side salad" are emitted through my ojjjwrinkled lips!
I realise I have become my mum! She used to say things like "I'll just have a soup" and now I totally get that. I am her!
Are you noticing your appetite is not yet in sync with your current eating capacity?
TP's scallops, new potatoes and an array of vegetables went down well!
The scallops were hand-caught by divers.
The chef always comes round to chat with the diners after the meal and when TP mentioned that the quality of scallops was second to none, the chef explained the reasons why all hand-caught seafood actually does taste better. Sadly it's all about the catching method; sea creatures are traumatised by the whole net-catching process which manifests in their poor little bodies.
That's food for thought, eh?
Perhaps you're vegan and this is further vindication of your life choice.
Hand catching is a more costly process but when possible I choose to
eat less, but better.
So on that slightly preachy note from my pulpit (doesn't it look like one?!), I leave you till the next time, or as we say in Guernsey French ...
A la perchoine.