Last nights night market was distinguished by the entertainment being karaoke and very entertaining it was too - and by the fact that the moules frites man wasn't there, throwing 'my' table into a spiral of chaos and despair. The evening was further enriched by live projections of the evening between performers - so you could watch yourself watching yourself. No doubt the Japanese have a word for it.
We have a letter from Joan Terrell-Smith, who left Esperaza for America many years ago and is still missed. She writes;
On my third year battling pancreatic cancer. Battling is a bit of an overstatement. I just sit in a chair and let the good nurses poison me. Hair growing back, but now time for another round in the midst of this ghastly Trump PLAGUE (S). Working on the election from what I laughingly call home. Looking good unless he demolishes the post office as he's trying to do to prevent mail voting.
She adds that she is still missing the Aude - and a deal else, still writes a good letter :)
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