We stumbled across this relaxed little restaurant at lunchtime on a raw winter's day, the temperature crawling to just above freezing. The charming waitress told us the soup was finished (boo), but that the other hot special was meatball tagine, with or without egg (hurray to both). Mint tea arrived first, served in a long-spouted teapot and poured with traditional flourish from on high. The tagine dishes were presented sizzling at the table and uncovered with appropriate ceremony. Everything was delicious, and the sound of French radio and conversation between the owners in the background made us feel that we'd wandered into a delightful bistro on holiday, surrounded as we were by an eclectic selection of produce, from Sel de Camargue to boxes of Medjool dates and hand-woven baskets. They also sell proper baguettes, croissants, pains au chocolat and other goodies to take away. We'll certainly be returning.
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