Today Mrs Davey and I took advantage of the relative calm to go and explore an exhibition of street art that has been set up in the old premises of the Virgin Megastore, and that is open from Wednesday to Sunday each week.
OK. So, having a little time on our hands, we decided to check out some new coffee chops.
First we poked our noses into Starbucks because a friend has just started working there.
He wasn't there. We retreated swiftly.
Then we visited the BIG post office looking for pre-stamped envelopes for sending letters overseas, for example to England. They didn't have any.
Then we decided to check out a new coffee shop that comes with strong recommendations, and that will prepare your coffee by chemex, aeropress, or sundry other methods. It looked great, but Mrs Davey was not convinced.
So we went to the Jean Moulin French Resistance Museum where there is an exhibition of propaganda from WWII. It was chilling, especially a film about the liberation of the death camps.
Then another post office. No envelopes.
Then another. "We don't do them any more."
"Oh no!, and they have closed the post office in the centre of Pessac!"
Then another post office to buy the equivalent stamps.
(Why we didn't think of this sooner, I don't know)
Then to the new English bookshop and coffee shop where we met an ex-pat friend who is kind of Polish Australian. We happily chewed the cud for a while, before setting off home.
Oh yes, the ice-cream...
Well there's a new Ice-Cream place on a street that we hardly ever take, that sells traditional provençal flavours.
I had Rosemary, Olive Oil and Pine Nuts. Excellent!
Pat had Fennel. (I also sampled the fennel and it was very good indeed.
Catrin had a carrot sorbet. She was less convinced.
They had lots more wonderful flavours, including Lavender, and Pastis.