Lunch at Monieux

A quick decision to go to lunch: The "but where to"; I`ll take you to a nice place says Julian, so off we go towards Sault, up hill round the mountain until we spot the country road he has been looking for, the road to Monnieux, when we come across the village with the plane tree Centre covered in a very large white tent with the centre supported by the village war memorial, This was the restaurant Julian had been looking for the Restaurant Les Lavandes: Around the town of Sault, the lavender capital of the Ventoux district, everything is called Les Lavandes, shops, garages, restaurants, cafes.
The restaurant was full, as was the tented area outside, under the trees. We learned that the restaurant owners were preparing for a wedding on the morrow, for 200 guests, hence the large tent. After a long wait, a pretty little waitress asked Que vous desire or voulez or words to that effect and we ordered our lunch:
Confit de joue de porc for me (pigs cheeck) and a gateau of Lamb for Julian; with a bottle of Rose to wash it all down:
Steve, my confit de porc was like you cook, in the pot. Lovely, so tender, with a sort of ratatouille a la Provencale. Just like home. With a glace a lavande afterwards it was a heavenly meal. Julian remembered that he had to do a painting, so after we had settled up with my new Tesco card, we came home the quick way down the new road, built when we were here house-sitting for some friends, some five years ago:
The front of Les Couguieux looked all spick and span as Julian had spent the morning strimming away the long grass, while I read a book for the second time in a week, called THE HELP by KATHRYN STOCKETT. I recommend it. LOVE FROM DAD AND JULIAN