In Montreal, we really were ready for a beer. It is Sunday. Only one restaurant was open.about a minute after Lee ordered our second beer the bartender said we had to pay because he was closed my in 10 minutes. Gotta love the French.
The farm where we are staying was recommended by yesterday's hostess at the Capuchin convent. We were greeted by 91 year old Gilbert who gave us wine and told great stories about the farm.
His daughter and her husband fixed dinner of soup, salad, duck, and roasted garden veggies. They gave us Floc, a local aperitif that was quite like white Port. Quite a special day.