24 July. 2005 Cheese
We made our way along the coast taking-in the views as they materialised and Mrs Monk was very pleased with her lunch in Trouville, which was an uncomplicated but perfectly formed Pizza. I have imposed a no-cheese rule, since I am convinced that the French are determined to bind up all tourists with dairy products. I ordered a crepe, sans fromage. The waitress charmed us both and convinced me that I should have just a little cheese. When it arrived the fromage overwhelmed all other ingredients just as it had done so, with yesterdays lunch.
24 July. 2005 Ambivalence
But we had to find ourselves somewhere to stay for the night and we were in unfamiliar territory.
I have learnt over the years that Mrs Monk must be given first choice over which town we stay in, and which Hotel we choose, and in which restaurant we dine, for the consequences of failure in any of the above decisions are most serious beyond my comprehension.
However, Mrs Monks ambivalence over such matters is legendary, and as a consequence we usually fret over such decisions until very late in the day when we have ran out of time or have travelled to far from the first place that Mrs Monks considered but which she wishes she had chosen, and would have chosen had I not set her mind against it by looking at her in some way or other, thus denying her what she really wanted.
Thus we visited and rejected the coastal resorts of, Deaville, Blonville, Villers, Caboug, and Melville and others and headed inland toward Caen, where we settled for the night at the Holiday Inn and broke another rule by dining in the hotel restaurant.
In fact the meal was very acceptable and well above average.
24 July. 2005 Caen Prairie
After dinner we took a walk around the “Prairie”, which I have taken to mean, Race Course, since that is what surreally appeared, before us in the middle of the town.
We came across an amiable man with a double bass, who was happy to talk to us at length about nothing we understood. Given the large battered instrument before us, we spoke about music and we assume that he was discussing music also.
He responded directly to only one word that I used. Jazz. He lit up.