We finally moved into our own studio on Monday for the last 9 nights of our stay. There really is a big difference for us between a garden and a waterfront, and I am now at peace with the world, well, except for those damned scooters with a death wish. The 2 male cats have noted their new dining location, but Picasso insists on us delivering her nourishment to the prior location. She's always mumbling something about cats once being worshipped in ancient Egypt.
Dinner Tuesday night was at Bistrot Caraibes and we decided to have lobster, which we really haven't had for quite some time. We chose the half grilled half thermidor option, which was excellent, making me wonder why we hadn't had it sooner. Oh yeah, the price, but only due to a brain fart on my part. I thought we had a 1.8 kilo guy at €7/100 g. Turns out, Thiebault quoted me 1.8 POUNDS, not kilos as the weight, so I was expecting the tab to be 70 Euros higher. The final bill came as a complete shock to me, about which I had them recheck the weight, but was assured it was proper. The mussels appetizer was different than before--in cream, tomatoes, and garlic. A new way for me to enjoy them. Dinner was topped off with their excellent creme brulee and two decaf cappuccinos and a leisurely walk back to GCBC.
The prior night we had dined at Spiga, a restaurant that for some reason fell off our radar screen (I suspect because we ate at Piazza Pascal instead), but has now been restored to must-eat status. Beef carpaccio app, seafood medley over risotto for me and lobster ravioli for Mrs Cruzer, finished with a hazelnut tiramisu and decaf cappuccinos. Oh, and they have a cat, Mr. Grey, for whom they named one of their cocktails. He wasn't there that night, recovering from a stepped on tail.
This week seems to be our gourmet focus. We'll do L' Auberge Gourmande later this week.
Saturday we repeated lunch at Tropicana, and were just as impressed as the first meal 10 days prior, picked up some boudin and mauby from Miss Ebbys, some bush tea ingredients for MC's home remedy for aches and pains, and some items from the arts & crafts ladies. Took advantage of the final day of Le Gout du Vin's 25% off sale with 2 bottles of champagne and 2 of Cote du Rhone.
Sunday and Monday's breakfast was the boudin and mango we bought Saturday, a nice change from croissants and baguettes we eat most mornings. And, Tuesday I discovered the Chinese market on the main drag around downtown Grand Case sells patties in the morning, my preference being the salt fish variety. Pretty tasty, and reminiscent of Hilma's Windsor Castle. Well, without the Dutch Coffee and company of Hilma. I also bought a package of Oscar Meyer Bacon for my future dining pleasure.
Sunday's lunch was at Hercule's Resto Creole. MC was in the mood for a burger and fries, which was a bargain at 10 Euros, and I had my standard griot, picliz, and banan peze. As good and tasty as always. Unfortunately, Hercule wasn't there nor any of the usual help. The server spoke minimal English, which isn't a big problem as I am getting pretty competent in menu French. My accent stills sucks, as the server thought I was ordering creole, not griot. At least she didn't ask me to point at it on the menu.
As you may have noticed by now, food is one of my passions here. This trip, we are happy to spend most of our time at the resort, spending a bit of time in the water, despite the seasonal chill to initial beach entry--a very brisk 81 degrees, but warming during the day. Actually, the pool seems to approach bath water temperatures in the late afternoon.
Sunsets tend to be a bust, but that doesn't stop me from sitting out enjoying the onset of darkness. But, our new location's view of sunset is blocked by the point at GCBC, so I have to trek some 75 feet to view it. Life is rough.
After numerous days of sufficient sleep, I seem to be reverting to my normal sleep patterns--highly erratic and probably because I'm catching little catnaps during the day. Really no big deal as I guess I can enjoy more waking hours in paradise.
