C'est le 20ème anniversaire de l'un des plus grands salons de #Généalogie 🌳 du sud de la France. Cet événement culturel est organisé conjointement depuis 2002 par le Cercle Généalogique de #Languedoc et la Ville de #Mauguio Carnon
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By the way, in case anyone's interested, I can absolutely recommend this place (Gruissan, on the Languedoc coast) to cyclists.
There are lots of clearly designated and well-maintained cycle paths, fully separated from road traffic; a number of well marked circuits for cyclists (some flat, some a lot tougher). And there are cyclists everywhere, it's a very popular thing.
So, there you go. Gruissan for your cycling holiday. You can thank me with cheese.
I've just been reminded about sandwiches, and I meant to post earlier:
I really struggle with eating out. But I was committed to doing so on my holiday this year (well, technically I already did when I stopped over in London before coming out here, but in France too). It may be my last day today, but I went out and had sandwich et frites for lunch.
Yes, I know you're probably thinking I'm in semi-rural France, I should've gone to a nice traditional neighbourhood bistro. But that is way beyond me. And a sandwich with frites is traditionally French, very much so. Nothing wrong with that.
Plus the place I went to is very popular (I managed to get there just before all the working people on their lunch breaks arrived). So I think I've done what I intended to do.
Oh, and it was delicious, and the server was very considerate of my bad French.
And I sat on the beach for a bit on my way back. Full of sandwich, full of frites.
Climbed up to the ruined tower that overlooks the village, that protected the estuary back when there was an estuary to protect (it filled with silt centuries ago).
See that kind of pinkish bit in the middle? Salt pans. They turn pink in the sun when the tide is out. Unfortunately, by the time I walked over to them, the tide was in.
On Friday, a boat pulled up outside my window (I'm on the fourth floor, or fifth in American counting). It left this morning. Farewell temporary neighbours!
I'm also going to attempt to leave, in the hope that yesterday's abdo trouble has gone away. Wish me luck.