Ce n'est pas avril."

I knew it wasn't April. Laurent, the new owner of La Noisette was being a smart ass. I had left the tea room a half hour before saying I would be back in April, but the train that was taking me to Paris was broken down. Thus I went back to the tea room. I still bought lunch there rather than put in any food since my frigo had been totally cleaned out and the dishes were all done. Barbara made me a wonderful goat dinner, I got in some good writing so the day wasn't a total loss.



Sunday morning, a last look at Argelès in the mist before I headed for Geneva.



Petit déjeuner at the brasserie in Perpignan while waiting for the train to Lyon par Dieu for the connection to Geneva. And they all arrived on time. Quelle Miracle!