France closes down every day for lunch between noon and two, so we have to remember to run to our neighboring bakery in the morning to procure our sandwiches and a treat (we also have to remember to not do any other errands during those hours). For our lunch, we retire to our terrace for a lovely respite in the sun. Today we noticed that the apple sauce we bought also had something called “mirabelle” in it. We thought that maybe they were apricots and that our village was named after them. But, alas, they are apparently plums and therefore have no connection to Mirabel aux Baronnies 🙁
(Alice is holding up the label)
From the bakery, Martha obtained an amazing pistachio mousse cake for my birthday … yummmmm! 
There is another bakery within meters of the chez, which seems just as busy. But “ours” has been so good that we haven’t yet ventured into the other one.