Petanque court and patio with trees

Leaning out the window, one overlooks a small bowls lawn on one side, and the other, a wooden patio scattered with red cane bistro chairs. Seduced by an old French song, we descend to the bar to order a ‘strong coffee’, grab a few slices of homemade sausage (prepared in a Lebanese monastery in the mountains) and enjoy the fish ceviche accompanied by a thick slice of bread baked on site, all under the watchful eye of the emeritus chef, who is none other than the master of the house!