a load of all tripe....

and so the tripe day happened. The choice of boiled tripe and potatoes, or tepid gelatinous calves head pate with a fresh parsley sauce was on the menu. And guess what? They loved it. Flocked in droves in fact. Gregoire does a mean bowl of tripe or calves head apparently. Wash it down with a gallon of Muscadet (at 10am) and it is even more popular. Amazingly enough we had about 35 bookings prior to the day, and it only increased as time went on, so we must be doing something right. Pass the bucket. On offer throughout this strange and truly mysterious day that is the St Denis was the "guess the name of the sheep" (first prize - the sheep - alive, with butchering an option), "guess the weight of the goodies basket" and finally - but absolutely not least - "guess the circumference and length of the big black sausage". A day to be relished I kid ye not. A children's merry go round was set up on the square, but this received little attention from the locals - I mean, when you are competing with sausage-measuring and sheep-naming how can you possibly win? I ask you....