At one of my favorite restaurants on the Cote d’Azur (French coastline,
I think you call it the French Rivera?)
Hangs tightly on the cliff side, like a barnacle to a rock.
The food of course is the reason I like to go there, it is as Frenchhusband says: "*C’est le petit Jésus en culottes de velours! (Like baby Jesus in velvet shorts!)" Honest to God, that is what he says…I guess it could be better translated as: "Oh My God, this is good!" (Obviously, we didn’t have the same Catholic upbringing!) Jesus never wore velvet shorts in my church!
Don’t be fooled by the chalices holding Badoit! As you can see by the lipstick mark on my wine glass, which drink captivated me the most; A red pearl of Bandol is left at the bottom of the glass.
Good company, delicious food, enjoyable conversations – spiced with French words, what more could one hope for while having lunch?
A striking blue velvet cape, to remind you this is heaven on earth. The view teasingly splashes on the window of the restaurant, like a divne dessert!
Photos: Lunch at "Le Cabanon," in Sanary.
*The title of my post today is the first sentence from the book, "A Year in Provence, by Peter Mayle."
*Thank you Marie-Noelle for your research into this old French expression!
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