I'm not completely idle. After being sent to get cheese in the market and consulting with our cheese man, here is the apero - basil and herbs, tomato and ditto plus a decent chevre. Bob did the real work, as ever, providing a massive picnic and then producing dinner for the tribe after we got back home. Sat late in the garden, drinking under the stars, generally being pleased with life.
Whilst in the market many friends were complaining about St Gobains. The question asked was: how could ONE restaurant alienate ALL the ex-pat community (who dine out regularly) in ONE night?
An impossible task, one might think -
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