We sat down at a pizzeria in the main square and ordered our beers. We were then told by the aloof (even by French standards) waiter that they weren’t serving food. Apparently unless it’s precisely lunch time or dinner time, the French just aren’t having it. Fine by us, we can just drop the pretense that we came here for anything other than beer. We finished our half pint of cold leffe and wandered back to the bikes where, to the amusement of the kids milling around, we dug some bread and smoked pork out of the panniers and made ourselves some sandwiches.