There was a hoo-hah in the kitchen below. While I came down the stairs, I could hear the Madame from the tourist office telling the chambre d’hôtes owner that the restaurant she always booked for visiting journalists was shut.
Cue horrified faces: “Ce n’est pas normal! Une fermeture exceptionnelle? Oh bah di-donc.” They tutted, they tsked and shrugged. A…