Breakfast at the Pont, re-opened since closing for Julies wedding. Radiant is the word. Alain isn't the husband, BYW; he wasn't around, presumably beavering away in the kitchen. They're doing lunches again. No evening meals till June.
the fruit n vedg market was soured for me by the number of smokers - I thought it was illegal to smoke in a public space?
Esperaza has its own laws. Managed to shop without an asthma crisis, phew.
The Rue Gambeta has sprouted pink trees, charmingly. I asked Mike what that was about but he'd forgotten.
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