Woke up Tuesday morning with a cold. Darn!! I’d felt it coming on, and didn’t have all my usual prophylactics (primarily the zinc lozenges) with me, because I thought I’d be able to buy whatever I needed here. Wrong. They’ve never heard of a zinc lozenge. So I’ve been pumping the vitamin C, but that apparently wasn’t enough! Anyway, I’m sure it’ll be gone soon. Unfortunately, Ron has what is probably the same cold, so two of us are a little off (more than usual, I mean – ha!).

The weather was supposed to be on the chillier and cloudier side, so we decided to have a day of just hanging around here. Tuesday is the big market day in Bandol, anyway, so we went over to the market and re-stocked the fresh veggies and cheese and meats. So much good food – so little time! But I must say that we’re making a dent!

Roy had decided that he’d like to make his delicious chili for us, but wasn’t sure he’d be able to find all the ingredients. After lunch, he and I went to the store and shopped for them. The only thing we were unable to find, interestingly, was a jalepeno pepper. Apparently the French don’t use them, and there wasn’t one in sight. Interesting. He decided he could spice things up with more cayenne if needed, so we bought the rest of the ingredients and planned to get the meat at the butcher in Bandol.

We dropped off our groceries at the apartment and headed into the village. All the butchers were closed! And they don’t post their hours on their doors, so I’m not sure if this is an afternoon closing, like the bakeries, which re-open at 3:30 or 4:00, or if they’re only open in the morning – or if they are closed on Tuesdays, since we hadn’t checked earlier! Frustrating! But we decided to put off the chili until Wednesday, and hopefully we’ll get more information about opening hours when we shop then.

Oh well, back to the apartment to have a relaxing afternoon before going out to dinner. We’d picked an Armenian restaurant that looked appealing, and were looking forward to their combination of Greek, Lebanese, Armenian and who knows what else!

In fact, the Armenian restaurant ended up being closed (we’re not sure if they’re always closed for dinner, or if it’s just because it’s the off-season), and the restaurant we’d checked out to be our back-up plan was also closed! However, this little village is filled with restaurants, so we just picked another – a tiny little Italian restaurant, and popped in.

When I say tiny, I mean tiny! Maybe 8 – 10 tables total, and only one woman in evidence as the “hostess” and waiter and probably owner (was she the chef also? – couldn’t tell, but I wouldn’t be surprised!). There was a mother and son at one table when we walked in, and it was almost like we were all sitting together – it was that close. We were having a little difficulty communicating with the waitress at one point, and she turned around to the woman and said in French, “You speak English! How do you say it in English?” We were all laughing and having a jolly time.

Dinner was good, with some unusal ingredients making an appearance (pig snout in the “salad”) and only marred by the husband of the waitress/owner, who came blustered in (perhaps summoned) and didn’t waste any energy being friendly. Well, there are jerks everywhere – I’m not interested in wasting my energy on them! In any case, we all enjoyed our dinners, and left with happily full tummies.

We ended the day with another DVD from our landlady’s collection – a comedy that had us all working off our dinners with hearty laughter. Great way to end a day!