OK, so how come there are any fat french people at all? Today for the second day, no part of lunch is bigger than my thumb (except those skewered fishy things which are longer than my thumb, but a lot thinner. And what’s with wine at lunch? Does the french bloggers’ union insist on it or something?
Well today, I brought my own, that’ll stop me falling asleep this afternoon. That and Marc Canter singing & Ben Hammersley whirling around in his utilikilt.