Sunday is going to be a long old day!
The Open
A Bastille Day lunch for a few chums - only to discover that I had used the last of the Ricard in a sauce for my Crevettes Pastis Dijonnaise - if I haven’t given you that recipe, I’ll do so another day. Anyway, a jolly lunch introducing one set of chums to another, with plenty of Rose and a few bottles of chilled Gamay, plus Gazpacho, BBQ butterflied lamb leg marinated in harissa, and a few spuds. To follow, and because we hadn’t totally lost touch with Blighty, Apple Pie and cream. Fromage? Pas
Back in Paris, a failed and useless “World Leader” was given a Legion d’Honneur by another. I wish I could say it makes you think. That said, the annual Champs Élysées parade was pretty damned impressive, made more so by the Grenadiers showing a well turmed-out squad of the 1er Régiment de la Garde Républicaine, what crisp looks like!
After that, I’m afraid France’s national day went a tad pear-shaped. 2-0 to a hugely impressive Spanish team, preceded by the William Haggas-trained Maltese Cross leading a home British 1-2 (Charlie Johnston’s Ancient Egypt) delivering a severe drubbing in the Grand Prix de Paris at Longchamps in the evening, less than two hours before the footy went bad. Désolé!
Still, the Gamay was excellent.
Tonight it’s our turn. You knw my views.
