Lovely winter's Friday. Blue skies, crisp air, orange leaves on the ground...a sojourn in the hidden bookshop on Spital, a conversation with a cat sitting on a bin.

And my French tape today was a recording of the Mareilles, the original version, some guy shouting over a harpsichord. I'm sure I've mutilated the spelling on that one.

Tortellini for lunch. Good day.