Early Friday afternoon, we set up the table for an outdoor dejeuner.
Marie made little crepes right there at the table. The first batch were savory little crepe sandwiches, with ham or salmon and cheese. The batter for these was made with buckwheat flour.
Marie used regular wheat flour for the second batch, which we had for dessert with jam or sweet cream.
Around 6:00 in the evening, I took a solo stroll down to the beach. It looks different now, with more light.
Many people have come through this pass — invading armies coming in, artists looking out.
The tide was going out.
Paradise? Would be ... except for the nuclear power plant in the distance, a few minutes' walk away.
On my way back to Marie's house, I walked past this old gem:
Every Friday night in summer, Berneval hosts an event with live music and food vendors.
Families drive in here from outlying villages; lots of cars parked on the side of the road. Marie and I only had to walk four minutes from her back door.
There is also a market of local vegetables, fish and cheese. And a small flea market with odds and ends. Here's Marie buying olives
I bought some strawberries!
The house in the photo below is behind the strawberry vendor. It is bound to fall into the sea sometime soon, so when the current owner decides to sell, the house will be demolished.
The beer tent sells wine here!
The musicians' stage was near the edge of the cliff. The music made me feel that I was at Fete de Marquette in Madison.
After a glass of wine, we sent in search of food. Here's Marie making the purchase:
We had sausage and frites! You have your choice of mustard, ketchup or mayonnaise. But no bun — only Americans would put their sausage on a bun!
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