There were nuns in the cafe this morning. I have noticed several nuns following us around. At first I didn't know why, but I read an article about french by-laws which said it is illegal to mow the lawn on the afternoon of the sabbath. I spent many, many hours in the Loire mowing the lawn on sabbath afternoons. I believe I have become an outlaw, hunted by nuns, the police women of God.
Back on the Cours Mirabeau today but in a cafe called Les Deux Garcons. Service here was impeccable. Favourite part of the lunch was watching french waiters unsuccessfully attempt to operate a bottle of heinz ketchup.