Friday, 4 May 2012
Oh, I can't understand why you can't see the photos! We can see them on the iPad and on local laptops and PCs. Did they get searched going through customs?
So blown away by mountains forgot to report on tin shed- inside it was like a French bistro cum Welsh back room of a pub. We were served by a very jolly South Aamerican girl, sat across from a French couple and had the most gorgeous food- I had lamb, John had beef. The meat is sooooooo tender and tasty- a very different eating experience. But while we were there, I went to the loo ( don't worry, it's not going to get personal) - small place so one loo- and I stood outside for ages as it was engaged. Finally, there was a flush and then........ Nothing else. Eventually, as I was preparing to batter down the door and do the whole Nellie the ELephant routine, a young woman came out who'd obviously been crying her eyes out ( she'd obviously perfected the technique of crying in complete silence- bit worrying). She rushed past me so I did what I had to do then sauntered back slowly through the tin shed ( a major task as it was only about four steps wide) to see if she was alright. she was sitting with her partner who seemed to be wearing cheeriness as a shield. Aftr a couple of minutes, he upped and left and she sauntered ( another major task in such a small place when in emotional distress) over to a shelf on which was displayed three bottles of unremarkable wine. She studied these with such intensity ( a difficult task through red swollen eyes)that I began to wonder if we were in a Lord of the Rings event where a given intense stare at a key object results in hidden doors opening or genie's appearing. Then she suddenly turned on her heel and made a swift exit. One customer for whom the 'romantic tin shed' didn't quite come up to scratch. Did he propose and she refuse or viceversa? Did he take her out to dinner to dump her- bit of a waste of a fine lamb chop? It was all a bit distracting- for me anyway, John didn't really take any notice until I gave him the story.
More to follow...................
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