We Won't be Back!

After a hearty breakfast as given to their B&B guests, we said a fond farewell to Marie and Pierre and went into the town for a look around and a coffee. We'd the whole day infront of us to drive to our next stop at a vineyard near the much-visited medieval village of St Guilhem du Desert.
Had a great lunch in the village of Ginestas in a restaurant called "Les Trois Petits Cochons". Not expensive, well cooked, real village bistro atmosphere and very friendly owners and customers.
The route was a pleasant one and the sun was shining so we were able to have the hood down as we sped along straight roads lined with plane trees, parallel to the Canal du Midi,.... just how you imagine the south of France to be. Our trusty GPS took us within a couple of miles when we found a blocked off road and no clear indication which way to go. Fortunately, a friendly agricultural worker on a tractor took us through the vines to St Jean de Fos, a village specialising in pottery. Had a walk around but didn't buy anything, prefering to pass the time catching the dying rays of lovely golden autumn sunshine drinking tea on a terrace.
Then came our B&B stop in a vineyard which we bought through the "Groupon" scheme. Oh dear, not our thing at all. The rooms were bling and Ikea and our bathroom opened into the bedroom but had no door! There are times when open plan works and times when it doesn't. An evening meal was included and

their blub made great play of a traditional menu, so imagine when the hostess said "we go to Spain once a week to buy our meat and cleaning products"! The package also included a tour of the wine cave with an explanation about their production methods, a tasting and 6 bottles of wine to take away. We thought the tasting would be the apéritif but no, it accompanied the meal. There was another couple at the table with us, very uninteresting bakers and to cap it all our hosts' attention-seeking grandchild didn't give us much peace while we were eating. After dinner and breakfast we were encouraged to order wine, the cheapest bottle of which came in at £10; we didn't succumb to pressure and for our pains were kept waiting for our six free bottles and received neither a goodbye handshake or wave ... the owner was too busy looking after the uninteresting bakers who were loading up their car with extra wine.
And it started to rain, so we didn't visit St Guilhem but came straight home as Juste wanted to work in the afternoon. Consoled ourselves with a very pleasant lunch at the local restaurant did some work on the blog and watched some TV.