The remaining arch of the Ambrusson Bridge
The side pillar of the bridge
Jean checking out the engineering
Kate with the perfect Lunel sacristan
On the Via Domitia - next stop Spain!
You may well look at the title of this piece and wonder, but imagine how I felt when we queued politely in the boulangerie last week, waiting to claim our daily baguette. We have a new proprietor in the village bakery and he is clearly keen to make his mark, so he has ordered new bread bags, on which are written the slightly cheeky message "Your Nine Inches of Pleasure". Of course the bag is just long enough and slim enough to allow a crisp baguette to slip into it, leaving only the tempting tip sticking out. Somehow it was handed to me while Jean shuffled both his feet and his loose change, and the baker looked at me and beamed. I looked around to see how the village matrons were coping with this rather flagrant advertising gimmick, but they were more interested in catching up with the local gossip.
Today we drove down to the Lunel market and it was filled to bursting with plants and gardeners. A sea of petunias in full flower, cascades of geraniums, bold hot colours and cool blues and whites all fought for attention, and amid the colour were the trays of herbs, tomato plants and assorted vegetables.
Having done battle with the snails in the garden and lost the first couple of sorties, we have discovered that snails can be airmailed to the neighbouring field, and for those who insist on staying around, a sprinkle of blue pellets seem to do the trick. This means that the garden is now safe for courgette plants, so we splashed out and purchased a further six to replace the munched ones. A tray of lettuce plants and an assortment of herbs made up our loot plus a selection of tumbling cool blue and white flowering plants, and with a welcome shower currently giving them a drink, I think they are getting a good start.
Of course, no trip to Lunel market would be complete without stopping at the bread stall. I have been diligent about ensuring that the sacristans from Lunel market really are the very best. I have tried them in Anduze and Arles, Montpellier and Mudaison and an assortment of smaller villages, and I am convinced that I have found the perfect sacristan. Jean doesn't have my sweet tooth and inevitably chooses a fougasse which is the delicious savoury criss-cross piece of puff pastry embedded with olives, herbs and occasionally anchovies. If ever anything deserved a bag which said "Here is your 12 inches of pleasure" - it would be the Lunel sacristan!
Now comes the tricky part. We have to leave the market, drive around the winding streets of Lunel until we are out of town and into the country, and only when we reach the beautiful Ambrusson bridge can we sit on a sun warmed rock, pour out the flask of coffee and embark on our confectionary. This is a test of pure willpower but we know the quick route to the bridge so the suspense isn't too great.
Today we took advantage of a spot of sunshine and hiked up the hill from the bridge to inspect the ramparts and the habitations that cover the top of the hill above the bridge. From here, the Romans could keep a close watch on the surrounding area and also ensure that the bridge stayed open in order to keep traffic on the vital Via Domitia moving. It was a sort of Truckers Stop on the Roman Route and it is good to see that the museum being constructed near the site is coming along well. It is going to be fascinating to learn more about how the landladies of Ambrusson ran their business.
