The weather finally broke on Sunday – the heatwave ending with a day of rain – so we went on a drive into the Luberon.
We headed to Rustrel – where Cath’s parents lived for a couple of years many moons ago.
The menu in the one restaurant in the village caught my eye.
Particularly the plat du jour.
Lark with chips, vegetables and salad – but fortunately no head.
Now I’m a very keen birdwatcher but, I have to confess, if I hadn’t already eaten lunch, I would have given it a go.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 