Sketching lunch in a French courtyard
We didn’t eat out that often, but this day we went for a drive around the local villages and stopped for lunch.
We sat in a shady courtyard opposite the restaurant and took our time checking out the menu and laughing with the outrageous waitress. You didn’t need to understand French to work out what she was saying. She had the body language and expressions down pat.
I had huge garlic prawns – delicious.