Made the full trip to IKEA again. I think this will be the last time for a long while. The mistral winds picked up early today and I had the pleasure of fighting them all the way back. Upon my return I swung by Saint Marc, Caromb’s large and friendly cooperative wine maker for and the second blue box of the day, a 3L cube of dry, easy drinking, rosé. As I rode into town, barricades were being m erected for the Friday evening event, a moules frites fundraiser for the village sporting club. I do sport. I eat garlicky shellfish and fried potatoes.
