Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
“And when the Lord said drinketh champagneth, we didith.” Alcoholics 20:17
We’re enjoying summer no end this year. The girls have made it particularly fun and special. They do every year, but as we settle into life in Mazamet, everything feels a bit more right and permanent. They did a ton of sightseeing. Loved Albi but found Carcassonne slightly crowded and touristy (and people in medieval costumes and children running around with swords isn’t really their thing!)
This year we devised a wonderful way of going to the Mazamet producer’s market (every Monday evening in summer) – which was getting a table on the terrace of the Grand Balcon (restaurant). Perfect spot to watch the music at the end of the evening. Last Monday we had a group singing from the Great American Songbook. Absolutely lovely. There are communal tables and food stalls, but I’m more comfortable with waiters and protective glass. We all know that when a crowd turns in France the people in the big houses are the first ones to lose their heads.
Wonderful things this summer include anything made by Miller Harris, (very) light reading, candles in glass containers, and handwoven towels by Les Toiles de la Montagne Noire, which I’m madly in love with.