Sunday 30 September 2012

clandestino

2 weeks as an illegal pickin grapes
and now an overstayer crossing the swiss border.
All clean shaving ready to look unobtrusive for passport control.

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A few days sheltering in the food of Lyon.
Cafe des Federations, and armagnacs with the owner talking about wine and food in Australia. A drawing on the walls in exchange.
Lunch watching the rain fall as the people wander the Rue Merciere looking for food.
Quenelle and a bottle of Brouilly to stay warm
If Lyon isnt the food capital of the world, it would have to be a contender.
Restaurants packed side by side down every street and cobbled lane. All embracing the simple pleasure of eating.
Everything.
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Rugby in the 'scottish' bar and a terrible game made bareable by random meetings.
Something I will miss of France is the acceptance, nay embrace, of solo diners and drinkers and the free mix of people. Ive never sat alone in a French Bar or Restaurant without the opportunity to meet a stranger, chat and make new friends.
Take note Sydney.
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