Here in France there are some differences in etiquette.
Last night I was privileged to have a 7 course meal. Not knowing each
time more was coming, I filled up on whatever Monique (Chez Monique
B&B) brought. Mistake, half way thru I could not eat anymore. We had:
– apperatifs
– hordourves
– soup
– pasta casserole
– chicken and rice
– cheese plate
– fruit and tart desert
– coffee/tea
Another oddity is les francais drink their morning coffee out of a
bowl after dipping their toast into it.
Tonight dans Le Gite de la ferme au Sauvage there were only 4 courses
so I got off easy.
Gaining weight sur le Chemin de St Jacques..
mattersofthemoment 