Better still, when we got to our destination there was a huge parking spot, and, gentle readers, it was gratuit. Free! No need to find coins or try to figure out instructions for using our card. Just park. And walk away. We could do that . . .
First, as above, a café crème across from an imposing building -- I suspect a weekly marché must take place on its covered rez-de-chausée plaza -- we saw something similar last year in Metz.
the complimentary rillettes offered as we waited. . . . that roll you see in the background was made and baked in house, and was fabulous -- crunchy crust but with a soft yet chewy bread inside -- wonderful crumb. . .
And the visual delights were abundant. Here is the cheeseboard Paul ordered, three beautifully complementary cheeses, an ample dollop of jam, a few walnuts, and a lightly-dressed bit of salad
My own dessert offered surprises as well. I wasn't sure what Nems might be, but guessed at a kind of cake . . . turned out they enfolded custard in a light batter that had been deep-fried . . . served with fruit, and a pot of dipping chocolate, seasoned with Grand Marnier. But doing a bit of research later, I realized that Nem is the French term for Vietnamese springrolls . . . a lovely way to borrow other influences to enliven French cuisine.
Nothing that couldn't be remedied by a pleasant walk along the Garonne back to our (free!) parking. . . .