I was near Quissac at 8.00 this morning to sort something out and decided to hang around to see if the pharmacy would open. Why the uncertainty, well, not only is it Monday, when most shops don't open but it's yet another public holiday. I suppose I was grasping at straws. Monday and a public holiday, no chance pal. What to do? Easy, pop down to the square, grab a coffee and buy a newspaper from the shop.
The paper shop was shut - bugger. Ah well, I got the coffee. I was the only one sitting outside, apart from the group of youngish men (everyone is youngish compared to you - Ed) at the cafe opposite who were getting tanked up on pastis in preparation for an outing somewhere. Some things are the same, the world over.
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