Glouglou

To the Centre Culturel again this evening ... rarely for us it was a traditional "fourth-wall" play, based on the novel Oblomov by Russian author Ivan Goncharov. It's about a lazy, alienated man, heir to a fortune which has now crumbled away, who suffers from existential despair and doesn't want to do anything. Very Russian. And two hours of it! Actually, the time went quickly. Although it wasn't a particularly good play in our opinion, being used to more inventive fare, it was redeemed by excellent acting, scenography, and lighting.

We went early to get dinner from the food truck. Mistake. We had previous with this "exotic" food truck some years ago. It hasn't got better, in fact it's worse. The main course was a few scraps of chicken breast along with carrots and mushrooms, on a bed of stodgy rice. And it was stone cold. S took it back to ask for it to be reheated, and it ended up barely lukewarm and entirely without flavour. We gave our feedback to the administrator on the way in and she seemed quite startled and said she'd enjoyed it. They've had this truck a few times so I guess they don't have a problem with 15 euros for something that is borderline inedible. We'll give it a miss in future!

On the upside, blipping the next day I can report that we didn't get food poisoning.  Blip: some of the art in the bar.