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Statue at the Abbey of St. Felix-de-Montceau
Moules à la crème
Rouille sétoise
Musée Paul Valéry, Cimetière marinThe bollard cafe.
This is more a 'funny' than a tip!
My friend and I were sitting outside this cafe- watching the world go by, whilst having a delicious coffee.
The road was closed to traffic, except for certain authorised vehicles.
At the end, nearest the cafe, was a large bollard in the middle of the roadway.
We noticed, after a while, that the bollard automatically sunk into the ground at the approach of one of these authorised vehicles. There was obviously some sort of remote control which allowed this to happen, to give the vehicle access to the road.
On one occassion, when we were 'people watching', a gentleman decided to rest on the bollard, whilst waiting for his wife, who was in the shop across the road.
He was perched on it, looking at his newspaper, when- suddenly- the bollard sank into the ground, knocking him off his perch!
His face was a picture. We had to stifle our giggles, as he looked round, perplexed and rather undignified!
We, of course, had expected what happened- he did not!
That cafe became our regular haunt and amusement. If we were separated and had to meet up later we always arranged to meet at the "Bollard Cafe'.
Each time, thereafter, when we were seated there we had the excitement of watching , those who didn't know of the consequences, , perch on the bollard!
It was a wonderful piece of serendipity that one is lucky enough to experience sometimes.
