This years local arte festival is on at the moment , called Des Terraces et Del Catet it always starts with a concert in the lane next to our house.
This year we decided to take advantage of the crowd outside our door and put some cards on a table by our open front door and to open windows so people could look into the kitchen.

It worked a treat , and people (always men strangely) were coming up to the windows, cameras ready , taking (I presumed) pictures of our great display of petunias which Síle planted in the window boxes this year.
If thay caught my eye while taking their shots they always said , almost apologetically “Mais c’est si charmant !” or words to that effect.

It was only last evening when I decided to replicate these gentlemen’s Si Charmant pictures that I realised that, from the angle their were shooting , it was not the flowers but the Jams they were capturing.
I should have guessed.
All French men’s eyes are (like mine) directly hot wired to their stomachs.