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B&B first night

Day 13  Sat 27.7.19
Not a great day.  It rained all day.  We waited all morning on site until midday, then left.  We took our time getting to our B&B at Loudet, in Haute Garrone region of France.  Pyrenees Bed & Breakfast. Check it out!
So we made numerous stops on the way, even though we didn’t really want to!   
Arrived in Loudet at 3 pm, and were greeted by Brian and Marianne, who showed us our room.  What a great place.  They showed us all the other rooms in their separate gite too.  
We had a snooze, then went for dinner at La Casera.  This was on the recommendation of Brian & Marianne.  An unassuming place, that you would drive past if you saw it by the roadside.  You wouldn't bother to stop!  But, the grub was great, and they looked after us well.  The evidence that it was an "OK place" was that it was pretty well near full for the 3 nights we used it.
La Casera, on the road to Montrejeau, Pyrenees

It opened at 7 pm, and we were the first to arrive!  Ruth had a pizza, and I had a hamburger (made of beef).  We forgive them for not understanding that the hamburger is made from ham, not beef.  Hamburger = ham.  Beefburger = beef.  
Anyway, it was delicious!  All of it, and reasonably priced.  
That was today.  Gone.

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