She is Canadian and he’s Belgian and they have set up shop in Lectoure in a steep street near the cathedral. Half-café, half-bar, it is busy all day long for a drink, a snack or a meal. The concise menu is a savvy mix of tradition and contemporary notes: medium rare slice of roast veal with girolles and confit potatoes, fried aubergines with a Japanese twist and a creamy cheese, or figs in red wine delicately laid on a hazelnut cake and mascarpone mousse. Pastel tones and stone set the scene in the large dining room, the mezzanine area is eminently friendly and the terrace invariably bathed in sunshine. A hit with pilgrims and regulars alike.