We headed back to Provence and to Les Florets where we had eaten with Erin; this time we would stay at the Inn as well. The room was adorable with two tiny twin beds and a lovely giant bathtub. The dinner wasn’t as great as the first time. The menu was the same, but the amuse bouche was different, a cold cucumber soup with bits of smoked duck in it. Good but not great. I also ordered the salmon stuffed with asparagus mousse that Scott had eaten the first time and found that the mouse wasn’t as fine and there was barely any of it. Probably, the way I got it was the way it was supposed to be, since the first time we were there they weren’t anticipating as many people as they got and (we believe) they ran low on the crab and shrimp with which the mousse was supposed to be studded – so they just substituted more mousse. Or maybe the first time was the way it was supposed to be and the chef was out on our second visit. Either way, it was still a fine meal. We sat outside on the terrace and it began to rain, so they simply put up umbrellas and we were fine. They even carried the cheese cart out to us in the drizzle.
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