Siri se moque de moi

I began to suspect a while ago that Siri has a thing for Dirk and might be a bit jealous. I can’t think of any other reason why she so often takes the piss with me. (Particularly when I’m walking, rather than driving somewhere.)

Yesterday she took things to a whole new level.

We decided to have a look at one of the villages recommended by our hosts. After some consideration we opted for Monestiés, which should have been a 20 minute drive away.

Pretty nice, eh?

Now I know that on one of our other jaunts we’ve passed a sign pointing up a side road to Monestiés. I couldn’t remember which, but I’d definitely seen a sign.

I was surprised when we set off that there was no sign for a long time. Even more surprised when we were almost in Albi with still no sign. Completely astonished when we went into Albi and out the other side. What the hell was going on? Pulled off road, looked at actual road map.

What the actual fuck? Okay, maybe, just maybe, the closest road from Cordes to Monestiés closed for some reason, but obviously there were other ways to get there that didn’t involve Albi.

For some daft reason we persevered with Siri. Half an hour later we were in a field beside a barn with Siri announcing we’d reached our destination. Time to shut Siri down.

We were determined we weren’t going to just head back to Cordes. The only other place we’d considered was L’Isle sur Tarn, so I told Google maps to take us there. It was further away than I’d thought, but at least there were no barns involved.

Lovely old town with lovely square and lovely old church.

There was also a Michelin starred (some years ago) restaurant, which of course wasn’t open.

But that did remind us that there was still one apparently absolutely first rate restaurant near Cordes which we’ve yet to tray, so we started to head back.

Managed to do most of the journey with my phone switched off as it was nearly out of juice, but we decided to give Siri another chance closer to home. Ended up in the middle of another field. I kid you not.

We did eventually find the restaurant (almost by accident and with no help from Siri). Guess what? Even though it was supposed to be open, it wasn’t. I kid you not.

We came to France for the food. (Amongst other things.) I cannot believe how often we’ve ended up dining on bread and cheese and olives – all of which have been, it must be said, pretty good.

Dirk laughed when I first told him Siri hated me. Now he has to admit it’s true.