I’m at a restaurant on the marketplace. I may get dinner…. The waitress has
brought me two different drink menus so far. I’m sitting out under the awning and it’s quite protected from the wind gusts. She just showed me where the menu
was in the middle of the binder of all the things to drink. Silly me. It’s
hard to get anything besides a Fanta unless one drinks a coke.

The carillon in the bell tower on the square started up at 8:00 pm. It’s
quite pretty. The book says it has only 32 bells, but it sounds like more
than that. I picked the restaurant by how many people were in it. I may
have to modify the criteria as most seem to be drinking beer rather than
eating. The couple at the table next to me just ordered mussels. They are,
according to the guy, “in season now.”. I also didn’t know that mussels
had a “season!”.

It is fairly cool out. Probably about 60 degrees with a light wind and
occasional gusts. Most of the restaurants are closed — either they’re on
vacation or the place is closed on Mondays. This place closes on Tuesdays,
except for this week the waitress said, because they close for three weeks
starting on Friday. She’s going with her boyfriend and their two-year-old
daughter and her other four-year-old son to Spain, that is, if “he doesn’t
spend too much money drinking.” Way too much info to give a foreign
stranger, me thinks.

The scampi’s have arrived. Time to eat!