Paula really wasn't asleep. . . Uzes is now completely clean. After the great BIG (Over 200 vendors), messy, dirty, trash filled market these goodly people ganged up and cleaned this place like Paula on a Saturday morning. Everything is spit shined and ready to show off its better self. We like. The town square, where most of the market takes place  is really spectacular. It is large, airy (It is outside), packed with locals, decorated with a couple dozen Plane trees (our favorite), and right in the middle a marvelous fountain and on this day a trumpet player and his wife blowing great tunes!! Now normally a trumpet is not thought of as a solo instrument (Sorry Al Hirt), but this guy,who also has a magic music machine to make drum sounds, is great. We plop down and down a couple Edelweiss's and listen to the tunes. We also fill his hat with coin. A local man follows our lead and puts in some coin, we exchange the "Thumbs up" sign and he decides we are friends now so he comes over and sits at our table. He turns out to be a delightful gentleman from France (Duh!) who just happens to like trumpet music, beer and conversation. He speaks just enough English so that we can discuss the urgent matters of the day . . . . . Like, What are we supposed to see around here? Where are we to go?? What to do? His name is Jean-Marie and he is our new friend.  I love it when that happens!
Dinner tonight was in our Hotel . . . . Hostelliare Provencal is supposed to have great restaurant and Duane jumps at the chance to eat foie gras and an entire leg of lamb!! Eureka!! Paula has some risotto and a salad as rabbit, lamb and duck are not in her current list of edible food stuffs. Duane's in heaven. About half way through the first course a middle aged couple comes in the restaurant with a GIANT BROWN DOG!! Now the French are well nown for taking their pets out to eat with them, but we always thought that would be restricted to tiny, lttle cute French Poodles, Maltese and tiny terriers. . . . NOT so!! We've been joined at dinner by a large brown Hungarian Hunting Hound that weighs about 70 pounds. . . . He lies down by Paula's feet. He is calm, nice and friendly. Paula's feet are warm and we enjoy his company. Now that's a new one. today we head for the Gorge du Tarn and see if Duane can keep the Fiat out of the ditch. Happy trails!!