Monday social

Night market was preceded by apero with Gert and Elisabeth - blest if I even know how I got there after quantities of an orange fizzy drink designed by our Danish friends who are good at this sort of thing.
Their terrace overlooks the river and the market and is the perfect place to sit and chatter about world affairs before joining other friends... my camera was missing, so we took lovely pictures on Bobs. I can't download them.

Tottered home for my machine so here is Eva, getting stuck into les escargots - debate was, are they factory farmed? You don't see them being collected in the mountains anymore and these seemed a standard size. We all have bigger in our gardens.

 The debate with the Captain was simple... Boris! Whats he up to then??

Dunno what Gert and Pete were talking about. Looks serious. Perhaps the moules frites Pete was eating. Gert took charge of our meal (thanks Gert xxx) and asked for three pieces of pizza since non of us were very hungry. He found he'd ordered three pizzas - which we woolfed.