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09.17  11.54 Off to our local family restaurant. 21.17 We arrived at our local in the Square...  A lady-singer set up shortly afterwards and began to vocalise, amplified, with amplified keyboard backing, continuing for just under an hour. Too loud, too intrusive. Audients of the square were collateral damage, with no possibility of declining to provide her their ears. Regrettably, she spoilt our lunch. A pleasant woman, we put a courtesy sum in her bottling-pot as she collected from the establishments of the Square. But not. A little shopping in the equivalent of the Bredonborough Pound Shop, where I was shouted at the by lady proprietor for climbing a stepladder to inspect bags on a high shelf. What! Shouting at an old man! Clearly, this woman was foreign. Back for snooze, a change of shoes and off along the front in the direction of Roquebreune….  Onto the Westminster...  … a favoured location for the elderly, particularly the English elderly, visiting Menton. Home for supper on the balcony…  … with sweet treats acquired at the Turkish shop…  Gentling as the evening advances I…  II...  Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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