Wednesday
11 July
Our
operas are getting later and later, so we planned an early dinner before our
last one, Charpentier's David et Jonathas (like yesterday's, beautifully sung, but shackled
by a dramaturge's iron whimsy - in this case, to pit European Jews against
fezzed Palestinians on the inside of a cedar chest).
We had
planned to go to Le Poivre d'Ane, but they were booked up, so we chose the
nearby La Laurette for its list of local specialties and shady patio
tables. And I think we didn't do
too badly.
We
started with 12 oysters, which were nice and briny, and a pichet of the house rosé. Our mains were a heaping platter of moules
au pistou, with frites, and an artful aioli with cod, whelks, prawns, and
assorted vegetables: turnip, haricots, cauliflower, carrots, etc. The vegetables were a mite soft, which
made us think that they cater to English tourists. But for a last minute pick, it hit the spot.
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