These photos were mainly taken after lunch. I am most snap-happy after a couple of glasses of wine - I am sure that David Bailey worked in a similar way.
The meals before the photos:
Artisan ice-cream with the most delicious selection of flavours. I had salted caramel but MrM was more adventurous and tried honey with wild thyme.
A rustic galette in a creperie hidden down a cobbled side-street. We were the last customers to arrive and sat near the kitchen so we saw the great armfuls of plates hurrying past through the narrow doorway, down the steps, across the road.
Lamb that fell away from the bone as you touched it with your knife and melted into a rich thyme flavoured jus, a perfectly dressed salad and a velvety crème brulee with a frail, crisp sugar crust in an old fashioned bar on market day filled with local familes.
Tartine pissaladiere in a smart café - a smoky concoction of olives, anchovies and peppers on grilled artisan bread.
Tiny vegetables in bubbles of tempura batter and a dish of homemade mayonnaise on a terrace under a clock tower.
Watching the sun set through a frame of vine leaves, thinking about the fish soup I had just eaten. Dense broth laden with flakes of fish, small toasts with creamy anchovy paste glowing on the surface.
A return to Au Fil du Temps in Pernes les Fontaines. The couple who were there when we last visited have moved on but there is another young couple working hard, learning their trade in this charming restaurant. We ate outside next to the fountain, savouring the grilled fish and exquisite raspberry tart.