Food in Provence (and elsewhere)

so I go for a bike ride around Agde. Rain here (or, rather, elsewhere) means my route along the banks of the Hérault is blocked by a huge puddle, not surprising given the volume of water (and mud) flowing down. Back at the residence I have a late lunch on the balcony—the tilting parasol I bought last week proving very useful—relax in the afternoon and then enjoy my Easter dinner.