My absolutely lovely French visitors left this morning for the next phase of their travels through the world. I drove them to the airport in the cold and dark and rain. We will miss them, and Olivia’s tarts. Yesterday’s was a-mazing — crispy, buttery, paper-thin pastry filled with courgette, mushroom, cream and goat’s cheese. My usual green juices and salads have paled into insignificance, tho’ now Olivia has gone, I will have to reinstate them. Every cloud has a silver lining — at least I won’t have to deal with the butter slick around my mouth anymore.
Bon chance Olivia and Yohan.