Everything with aperos

I’m sorry to say I didn’t take the camera with me this morning when I went out with the walking group, mainly because the weather didn’t look good. The wind was blowing, it was pretty cool and it wasn’t long before it started to rain; but nevertheless, there were about 35 hardy souls ventured out for une randonnée. We drove to a nearby village for the start of the walk; there were 3 routes of different lengths, all meeting back at the car park at midday. Normally someone brings, or organises, a table for aperitifs to be put out on (yes, it’s all very civilised!), so I wondered whether we’d bother today, or just go straight home as we were all wet; but, better than that, we were booked to visit a local patisserie for today’s aperos.

There was wine, floc, juice or coffee to drink, served with toasts with foie gras, pâté or rillettes, followed by tiny, delectable strawberry or mixed fruit tartelettes, miniature chou puffs, topped with caramel and the local speciality, croustade. If I’d thought to take the camera, you’d be drooling by now!

Once we’d eaten and drunk our fill, we all piled into the cars and headed back to Nogaro, where there were lots of bikes outside the cycle club (which is also the walking club) clubhouse. The cyclists were having their aperos, so several of us joined them for a second go before heading home for lunch. Aaaah, la vie est bonne dans le Gers!