Family leads the way on a windy day.
Lunch thankfully booked indoors.
Narrow street in a picture book village: La Treille.
Pages of Marcel Pagnol read aloud.
Son tells a story,
Mother takes a photo from behind.
Red tiles nearby creates the scene.
Blue shutters, street lanterns, orange tree growing on the window sill.
Fountain sings, church bells ring, Garlaban reaches towards the sky.
Mother has thoughts of tying her apron strings around her children.
A French restaurant as it has been since the turn of the century.
Content under the leafy tree.
The waiter said, "The view is dessert."
Mother replied, "With a side of Ile Flottant si vous plait."
How could she not... the restaurant is known for both.
Homey, floral tablecloth instead of checked.
Fork turned up reminds French family that they are at a restaurant and not at Bonne Maman's.
Mother's Day Lunch.
Restaurant with a view.
Since 1896, in the footsteps of Marcel Pagnol.
Dipping a sugar cube into a drink in France is called a "Canard".
One can also say to a loved one you are "Mon canard au sucre".