Sunday Travail

Back here again, slightly earlier than usual so we’re delighted to report that the sun is as warm as ever. The air, perhaps, slightly colder.
But a short walk reveals that all the leetil neighbourhood supermercados are closed. As is the beach bar.
I phone Maria’s to see if they’re open and indeed they are. Table for two, gracias ! And then for some unfathomable reason, on being asked my name I say Monsieur G—-s. Monsieur? It had been a long day.