Sunday
I get up, ready for a beach day, but alas - clouds! First I've seen in quite
awhile...so I decide to train/bus to Biot, a little hilltown recommended by
friends. Since I'm doing a story on Le Villages Perché, it was a no brainer.
The
train goes on time and without a hitch. At the bus stop in Biot sur Mer, I meet
Kenza, a chef from Paris (on vacation). She sorts out the directions to the
vielle ville then invites me for a fabulous meal next time I'm in Paris. (She
speaks French for 'dix minutes', and I understand everything :-) One of the best things about travel is the people you meet along the way!
Before
long I am waiting with 6 fun-loving Britts, and we share and laugh for 30
minutes til the bus comes (Sunday schedule), taking us uphill to Biot, known
for its glass blowing, ceramics, and the Museum of Ferdnand Leger (a
giant in the modern movement).
By
serendipity I find my way down a little side street and am warmly welcomed by Eric at
Le Jarrier, where I enjoy a lovely view,
sweet breeze, nice jazz, excellent food, and impeccable service.
An
amuse bouche of watermelon pieces, bruschetta with tepanade et aoli. Asparagus
salad with petite mozzarella, olives, tomatoes, greens and fennel. Lightly
dressed. Bon! Lamb with wild mushrooms, veggie flan (light as a pillow), frites.
Yum! A great local red (2 glasses included with menu). Cafe et après - white
rum avec 3 raisins. Wow! If you're ever in Biot, treat yourself!!
I
run into the Britts again at a lookout. And again on the last bus. We're still
laughing. Lifted my spirits on this long and overcast day.
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