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not the dish of the day! For reasons best known to themselves, our camera and the pc aren't talking. So you'll never get to see our pictures of Le Grand Depart.. So instead it gives us the perfect excuse to publish a snap of our resident hairy horror and Basset Fauve. This happy little hound is still comparatively rare in the UK, having only been around for 20 years or so. Not so in France, where it has a long and illustrious history. The tenuous link here being that Mr M spotted one this afternoon whilst lunching at Dabo. ( I can see this replacing our favourite travel game of 'Spot the Eddy Stobart or Norbert Dentressangle lorry.)
According to his text, our intrepid cyclist lunched on tarte flambee, picon, and the dreaded munster cheese. I can imagine him being jet-propelled all the way to Dieuze! No cycletalk for now, but I expect to know more when he phones later this evening.
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