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Bistro
Beside me, in the river, a goose glides by; “he’s lost his mates”, says K as we sit outside at the Bistro on this warm Autumn day.
Looking back along the riverfront the sun glints on the water as people stroll along leisurely and starters arrive. Pate for K and crevettes for me, a paler pink than the crayfish I’d eaten in Sweden but still wonderfully tasty and served with aioli and asparagus.
A narrow boat drifts by with a man at the helm, a glass of white wine in front of the tiller.
The main courses of steak and lamb rump take a little longer to consume and the sun appearing around the edge of the Bistro encourages to sit a little while longer but eventually we rise and walk along the riverside.
Back at home it is just warm and light enough to sit out and read The Bookseller of Kabul, watch the last of the sun light the bricks of the houses and try a first experiment in using Photoshop to reproduce Lomography.
