Showing posts with label Lacoste. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lacoste. Show all posts

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Salade Nicoise, Lacoste at Cafe du France

Salade Nicoise is often written about by travel writers. There seems to be no consensus as to what a true one has in it. There are stories of people saying "A true Salade Nicoise does NOT have tuna in it!" or potatoes or corn. They are, to me, like snowflakes, no two are the same and all of them are beautiful. This one was wonderful.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Post prandial climb, Lacoste

After the lunch in the last post, Lacoste will gladly help you burn the calories as it is a very steep village and you must always go up.

Pasta carbanara, Lacoste

This is a truly tasty take on carbanara. The egg yolk makes it rich and filling.

Poppies, Lacoste

When the poppies are out in The Luberon, they are everywhere that a seed can land. These were in about 1/4 inch of rough dirt on top of the wall.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Restaurant Loofoc, Lacoste

This restaurant has a rich history for us. On our first visit to Provence we rented a huge house called La Bastide Blanche, in Menerbes, the house where they filmed The Swimming Pool years later. We wanted the whole Peter Mayle experience. We were with three other couples. We were younger and didn't mind driving at night. We came to this little restaurant in Lacoste a couple of times. It was sort of a cross between funky and beautiful, with an interior that used to be a wine cave, with vaulted ceilings out of stone. Our French was poorer too. The waitress was a delight. She wore a dress made out of an old La Poste mailbag and loved to laugh. I made her night by trying my new knowledge of French waters by ordering a bottle of water "non-gazole" I thought that meant still water or non-gaseous water. Of course I had ordered a bottle of water without diesel fuel in it. She laughed so hard and couldn't look at me for the rest of the night without laughing all over again. The food was non-traditional Provencal fare, and very good.

Ever since that trip we have been trying to have lunch there, but it was always closed......only on the day we were there. This year we walked by and the doors were open and there was movement! When we came back by they were closed. Rats. I did think I heard some hysterical laughter from within.

Awning frames, Lacoste

 Come October (or a Mistral) all of the awnings seem to come down in the Luberon. Which leaves these wonderful shadows to enjoy.

Chien bizarre, Lacoste.

Even the Virgin Mary won't turn her back on that dog.

Alley, Lacoste

Lacoste is one town I would not like to be walking around when it rains hard.

Key on mailbox, Lacoste


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