I’m way past Condom. – yeah, I know, have a good laugh. This is Armagnac country, a type of Cognac. They put it over everything, especially fruit.
I was in a hotel restaurant in Condon, where I treated myself to a good meal. As I sat down, a well-dressed woman came in and was shown the table next to me.
“Are you eating alone? ” I asked.
She looked at me and couldn’t believe the question but she nodded. “Would you like to join me?” Now she really thought I was weird.
“No,” she said emphatically. She turned away and played with her phone the rest of the time at the table.
Second way to freak out the French – take a doggy bag. For the longest time, I left good food on my plate from those enormous dinners. Breakfast, by comparison, is skimpy. It’s bread, butter an jam. I supplement with yogurt and fruit when I can. But if there’s something good from dinner, it goes into a plastic bag that I’ve brought especially for that purpose.
The shop’s opening and closing hours freaks me out. Everyone closes for a couple of hours in the afternoon. It could be between 1pm and 3 pm. Or until 4 pm. Then there’s the Monday closings. Because many food shops stay open until midday on Sunday, they close on Mondays – except for supermarkets, sometimes.
If I was really organized, I’d buy food on Saturday until Tuesday afternoon. But how much can I carry?