I had not slept well. We made an early start into town. The forecast was grim for the afternoon and England were playing Italy in the quarters
tonight so we had decided to make a day of it here and catch up with some chores after the brocante.
I was after an old antique st Yale teapot. We browsed the village wares. As previously, the whole village had a stall. Pretty much all yuk with the odd little gem and I found a teapot. Trouble was it came with 4 cups and saucers.. I asked c'est combien. 6 euros! Ok I will think about it. We strolled the rest of the village in search of alternatives but I was taken with this particular pot so came back an hour later. It was still available. I just did not want the cups and saucers.
How much for the teapot only. I will give you 5 euros.
Ah Monsieur ensemble pour 5 euros. La theiere Seul 3€.
I love the French!
We visited the boulangerie and lunched on staple cheese and pâté. Our German friends from verdun, Volker and Ava had arrived at the mooring and we invited them aboard this evening to watch the football as Volker was a fan.
The rain arrived on queue to ruin the village open air concert scheduled for
7pm and our guests made the 10m trip to ours cowering under umbrellas.
We watched England put on a pitiful performance in exiting the tournament on penalties but made a good stab at conversation despite our lack of German and their lack of English. Volker insisted that he would escort us tomorrow as I was worried about further issues and I went to bed depressed at England's failure.
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