The weather had certainly changed, and as we drove to Ponterson, we had to use the windscreen wipers – even though it stayed muggy – our last night had been punctuated by a most impressive thunder storm with sheet lightening. Either way, we were on the road to head to our base for two nights – our last two in France. I had chose this site with the specific intention that we would go to Mont St Michel. initially, I had wondered about going to see it as we drove through – i know that Jo is not to confident on the ebikes, especially on the wrong side of the road. I decided that we would take Ziggy with us the following day. The campsite we stayed at was lovely, clean but the bar had no restaurant, rather just pizzas to order…. so, we went for a walk to look for a local restaurant. By chance we came across La Casa de Quentin and wow – what a meal we had there! More on that later.

Ponterson is a lovely town and very clearly identifies as being Norman, and close to Mont St Michel – i only know this as i asked about the sheep that were everywhere:

Now, as most know, I do like to be involved in a party – and especially wedding parties – but when i saw that the church was open, i went to have a look – of course i didn’t think about why the church might be open on a Saturday afternoon…. I did chat with the Sky Pilot but he did seem pre occupied….

Yep – I had gatecrashed some one’s wedding 🙂 After that, we went and sat down outside a bar, and just enjoyed the peace of this fascinating town. (Actually – that’s not quite true – as we had wandered around, I saw a Shoe and Bag shop, and took Jo in… the gentleman who ran the shop was very obviously a Friend of Dorothy – it was the affected manner and the woolen scarf worn as a cravat that gave it away! Anyway, once he had finished flattering assorted old lady’s “But madame, those sandals really do suit you – even though you are wearing none descript culottes…..” I let him loose on Jo – as she has a birthday coming up soon. Two handbags and a pair of sandals later – we don’t ask how much – we left and got ready for our evening meal.

This restaurant was obviously a family run affair, and was French in every way – the menu was in French only and was full of local people; And the food was superb. Now o start, Madame had a terrine of Salmon while I went for the Foie Grois. For her main Madame had scallops – she told me they were superb. I fancied a steak and even though I requested medium, I forgot that medium in France means that its only just stopped moo-ing…. it was tender, and lovely. I also had some of the Norman Cider, which I have always loved – the rose in particular. I don’t recall the meal being expensive, in UK terms it was around 50 quid which seemed a steal to us. After that, we headed back to Ziggy to sleep as we would be off too Mont St Michel in the morning