Liz, Terry and I turned up at just before 11 in the rain and after waiting for a while we brandished our passes and that was that.
The weather wan’t much good though and the seating positions for a good photo opportunity were hopeless but it was still an experience even though we were thoroughly deafened by the noise.
No danger of me missing the flight either, for Antoine telephoned me – at 09:35 on a SUNDAY! That time simply doesn’t exist for me on a Sunday.
After the flight we went for a coffee. I invited Liz and Terry back here but they voted for the “Queue de Milan” instead. And that tells you two things. The Queue de Milan, under new management, was actually open. There were about 7 people in the bar as well, and if each one spent 2Euros on a beer or a coffee then with the mark-up being about 75% at least then in the half-hour that we were there the new owners cleared over 10 Euros in gross profit. Perhaps the previous owners might have done better at the place if they had been more business-orientated and actually opened their doors to clients.
The second thing that it tells you is that my coffee is so awful that people would rather pay good money to someone else to make it. Hmmmmm – I’ll need to improve on my coffee-making technique.
But on the subject of the Queue de Milan, the owners are on the lookout for an au-pair girl to look after their two kids. Anyone interested let me know and I shall come round and give a personal vetting of the prosepctive applicants. If she has an “aaauuuuuuu” pair then that will do for starters. But the one trouble with being at my age is that I have these memory issues. I can’t remember whether I’m going to the doctors to be vetted or going to the vets to be doctored.
