After writing about our picnic on Sunday, I thought about the differences in social etiquette between France and the UK.
Last week some friends came round to say hello and to chat about life, the universe and anything – not a dinner party, they came before 7:00 pm – which means thay do not expect to be fed, but just for a drink and a chat.
They are local people so they came with a case of wine (a really good rose from their own vines) and a bunch of onions from their own fields. I am a great fan of the local onions – I can eat them like apples (no one kisses me anyway) – they are mild and crunchy, there is nothing like them in any supermarket.
It just occured to me that this is a lot nicer than a pot plant and a bottle of wine which may be from five thousand miles away – nothing wrong with that, but it is sort of more personal if you walk your dogs in the same fields that people bring things from.
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