Wednesday in Saint Aignan.  First of all, Happy 21st Birthday to our friend, Mason Salata! Sorry we aren't there to celebrate it with you because I just know it is your dream to celebrate your 21st birthday with us old folks!!!  Anyway, Mason, we did drink a toast to your birthday:

We didn't do a lot today . . . but the day flew by!  We started the morning by having chausson aux pomme, apple turnovers.  They were delicious; the apple inside was pureed, almost cream like.  Nathalie came by at 11:30 and she and David took the bike to have its tire fixed.  It didn't take long for the repair.  David then rode the bike from the little town of Noyers, across the river Cher, and back to Saint Aignan.  He had to walk the bike across the bridge as big trucks use the bridge to get to the A85 expressway and he said it was too close for comfort.

We decided to walk to the train station just to see how long it would take us and to pick up some train schedules.  It is an easy walk and it took about 30 minutes.  Part of the walk is on a heavily traveled road so that part wasn't pleasant, but the rest of it was.  I would not want to walk from the train station here with bags!!!  

David and the station clerk had a cobbled together conversation in French about horaire du train, the train schedule, and we were able to get the information we wanted.  On the way home we stopped at a restaurant just beside the train station and we each had a Coke Light.  The bill was 7 euro!!!  $9.05 U.S.!  Guess we should have asked before we ordered. Oh well, it was a great place to relax and people watch.  We could have had a glass of wine for much less money.  

On the walk home we saw this beautiful home with three big, beautiful dogs hanging around the front fence -- too bad you can't really see them in this picture.  At one point they appeared to be interested in eating us.  David said if they were going to eat him, they had better be interested in tasting cheese, baguettes, and chausson aux pomme.  

We also saw a winery on our route so we decided to stop in and see if we could taste some wine.  The name of the winery is Domaine Gouny.  We walked into the wine cave and saw a small tasting room off to the left.  The server was elderly and spoke NO English.  We told her David liked white wine and I like red.  She only offered us each a taste of one kind although we could see that they made many other kinds.  She didn't seem interested in offering us any other kind.  Oh well.  I'm sure it was our limited French.  David tasted a Sauvignon Blanc which he did not care for -- he thought it was a little too dry.  I tasted a Pinot Noir which I liked very much and we bought a bottle.  It cost 3.60 euro or $4.65 U.S.  

We came home and relaxed outside our house at a table and chairs that Nathalie had set up outside her shop.  It was great just sitting in the sun talking to Nathalie and her daughter, Thess, and watching people stroll by.  

When we finally came in, David watered the flower boxes.

That was about it for us.  Just as an aside, we had Pringles today.  I had the original flavor and David had a flavor we had not heard of before -- Paprika!  He said they were very good!