I may have inadvertently given the impression yesterday that as soon as the weather began to clear, I would be outside ticking things off those carefully prepared lists.
That is all very well in theory, but when it did, the day turned out to be Sunday, a day when no right minded person in France would do anything except perhaps have a long lunch with friends, so immediately after rising I went scrambling through some lists I had prepared earlier until I found one with "Nice Lunch" written on it in my own clearly legible hand, and a box beside it with no tick in it.
This fortuitous find neatly coincided with an offer to accompany Jacques and Maggie on a small motoring journey through Alsace's Wine region, where it has to be said there is no real shortage of delightful spots in which one can quench alternately one's thirst and appetite, both of which we managed to do with such enthusiasm, some would say diligence, that we didn't actually need to take aboard any further sustenance before retiring for the night.
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