Friday.

Today, again, I felt off colour so, after talking to Noel briefly, ( using mobile data)  I went for breakfast at the same place as yesterday. Then wandered through more back streets, seeing more quirky things, to the main covered markets . I wandered around the stalls, buying bits and pieces that should do me a few days, or not, it was less than a kilometre away. I had time to fill before the tourist bureau opened at 10 ( most of the shops opening time). I went into a cafe and was pleased that the sentence in French came out of my mouth sufficiently OK to be understood  - I would like  a coffee please, but first may I use your toilet.? Or maybe it was my silver hair and faint look of desperation amongst the wrinkles that was understod.

Again i got Tomiko at the tourist bureau. A 1 in 4 chance. I booked on an English speaking tour for tomorrow afternoon and got some bus timetables. Next stop was a wool shop. The lady had no other customers and we talked a lot about all sorts of things. I have not decided what to make. Then it was lunch time. I had no clear plan but just walked back to my apartment and then decided to just have 1 course next door at Cinq.  I was greeted with a hand shake, as I had observed 2 days ago was the custom for people who were repeats. That was nice. I just had 1 course, no desert, no wine, very restrained of me. 

When i got back from lunch I discovered that both my phone and tablet could connect to the internet.  So I could catch up on stuff.

For afternoon  tea I have just had a piece of fougass that I bought  at the markets earlier. It is a local thing, a cross between flat bread and pastry with a smear of meat paste like stuff in the middle. Or other fillings are possible.  And a biscuit that I bought somewhere else in the market. Dinner shortly will be a quiche like thing and a little dome shaped bit of something that comes from a nearby town, but I have forgotten the name.