Our younger son Nathan came for a flying visit over the weekend.
The weather was not kind but he managed to catch up with his cousins in Marseille.
Unfortunately Alma and Iris weren’t very well but we enjoyed an apéro together.
Afterwards we went to a famous Marseille pizzeria where the waiter – on seeing Nathan’s shirt – asked if that was his team.
Yes I replied, we are Fulham fans.
Ah, you lost today he said.
Oui je le sais mais merci de me l’avoir rappelé
Sheeesh!
On Sunday we Moustiers-Sainte-Marie – a beautiful village with the best croque monsieur in France.
But it was still hosing it down so we had to retreat to the house.
At least the snooker was on.
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Thrown to (the) Lyon 