Later in June ’68, we had the Belgian Grand Prix at Francorchamps near Verviers.
I met up with cameraman Vittorio Dellavalle and we stayed at Le Roannay. The food was the sort of quality one might expect from a top class hotel. The region is famous for its strawberries and they were on the menu in various forms. We had a morning with nothing to do, so we went for a walk into town.
As we walked along the streets, it seemed that every shop, whatever their normal business was, were selling strawberries. There was even boxes of strawberries outside a shoe shop.
They were those wonderful Black Forest strawberries that are small and almost black with a wonderful taste.
We went back to the hotel for lunch and after our main course, we came to the great treat of strawberries. We ordered. The response ? “Sorry Gentlemen, we do not have any strawberries”. We told the waiter about the shops in town and he said “Yes, but our deliveries have not arrived”. What a swizz !
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