So, there we were eating, [Bob, Lizzie et moi] at the luxurious Chateau du Ducs du Joyeux...and the heavens opened again. Highly trained staff whisked off the tables to the safety of the arches where dinner continued apace (ate sturgeon for the first time-)
The young waiter that unbrella'd me to the car was Spanish, from Barcelona. It's too hot there so he works in the S de F in the summer.
Market lovely, everybody out with tales of where they were when the rains came :)
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