Tapas, Passing Time and Palm Sunday.
Tapas, wonderful tapas: Saturday night we, three friends, headed for Al Raparou in Argelès-sur-Mer www.facebook.com/al.raparou where we ordered a selection of tapas and washed them down with a local wine, a Mas Rous.
To the tune of much laughter, oh-ing and ah-ing and in particular ummmmmmmm….ing we proceeded to thoroughly enjoy ourselves.
|Great little local wine|
Passing Time: That time of the year that I absolutely abhor (and no it isn’t too strong a word for how I feel!) when we loose an hour during our sleep. Least said, best said.
Palm Sunday: the bells rang at 10 and I wondered then if it was for mass at the church down the street to end, or for its beginning. When they really rang at 11:30 I knew that church was out so walked the 50 steps to the end of the street to enjoy the sight of all the believers having their palm branches – in this case usually olive tree branches – blessed.
|Church in Argelès-sur-Mer|
|Local equivalent of Palm branches|
|Bunches and bunches|
|One of the angel statues on the square|
Then it was off to the harbour and a delicious lunch at one of our friend’s restaurants:
Sofi at T’Hé au Quai https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100006052279360&fref=ts where she produces some of the loveliest local delicacies.
|Even the sky needed sunglasses|
|table settings at T'he au Quai|
|Local speciality a "Torrade" with salad|
|Every bit as good as it looks!|
A walk along the harbour walls (we left the beach for another day as very windy) and yet more interesting cloud patterns made the day feel full – and very vacation like.
|"Jaws" - which number?|