Monpazier

Today was market day in another bastide town, Monpazier. Market day here is held in the town square with its galleried walks around all four sides, like most villages in the area. Every day of the week there is a market to be found within a few miles radius.
Deciding to eat out for lunch, we'd spotted a restaurant earlier that had a vegetarian menu. Grasping this rare chance in France, we sat down for lunch and after the customary long wait, the waiter approached our table. (Maybe that's why they're called waiters?) Penjamin, excersing her grasp of the language enquired after the vegetarian menu displayed on the board the waiter had earlier placed in the street. "Non." The menu was for the evening only, and the lunch time menu was none of the options on the board he'd placed out, they were held on a small blackboard propped against a table leg. Behind a dog. Why-oh-why-oh-why?! (Pourquoi-oh-pourquoi....) Don't vegetarians eat lunch? Do they only come out at night like some tofu-fuelled vampires? The place had recognised the existence of vegetarians, in itself a rairty in France, but then dismissed them as quickly as a farmer downs his breakfast pastis. Je désespère.