The return was accompanied by news that someone had become lost, and was late enough to mean we had to move reasonably quickly before checking out, which removed going somewhere for breakfast from the equation.
Fine, I thought, we're going to Remi de Provence for lunch, which might be able to be spun out to two or possibly three courses of genuine French cuisine.
Predictably, after checking things thoroughly before departure I delivered a navigational bum steer which wasn't a major problem but did create a degree of despondency that could be cured by largish quantities of decent food and wine.
The wander through the Gardens was restful, and included a visit to the chilled environs where the Subantarctic collection thrives, followed by a stroll through the Japanese garden, which allegedly contains a representation of Mount Fuji. I didn't look too closely, but based on the expectation that this would be something you'd be bound to notice, somehow I managed to miss it.
This should not come as news to regular readers familiar with the Frockster's blasphemous suggestions regarding mango trees on the sacred mountain. One suspects the apparent protection of Fuji-related entities from desecration is approaching overkill.
I've attached a brief explanation for anyone bemused by the preceding paragraph here.