Apartment Minxie Menton Rising at
21.15
Apartment Minxie, Menton.
Rising at 05.55 in Maison Minxie, Chiswick & into the taxi at 07.00 for Heathrow Terminal Five. Breakfast…
… and boarding at 09.30…
… a full flight with regrettable smells constantly arising every 5-7 minutes from the passenger on my immediate left, this for the duration. My own state was one of worn-outness, so I swiftly settled into slumbering mode; albeit with a too-close proximity to the wakefulness alerts of Ms. Butt Booby.
Landing c. 12.40 local time. Into the JohannMobile with another of Johann’s messieurs…
Greyness, wetness. This is rare in Menton; that is, compared to Bredonborough.
From the apartment…
… straight onto the street for grocery shopping. Then to one of our two local cafes…
… which we have avoided on recent visits because Madame la Vielle was somewhat grumpy. The quality of service & available welcome is an important aspect of visiting any establishment, and takes precedence over the quality of food. New decor, the removal of a plant that always poked my ear, good service and a male waiter-person in formal dress: what? We asked Madame la Nouvelle if there is a new proprietor – Yes. Me! She has been here a month. We expressed approval for the change, and that the former regime was not so friendly. This was her aim: Life is hard for people, we aim to give them a friendly welcome. An aim we supported.
Onto the street for more walking. The Westminster Hotel is closed until the Christmas season, so no petillante in a setting of faded gentility & elderly clientele. We chose a new neighbourhood bar, one where a little rouge hit the spot for a dribbling player, on the road for too long.
Thai supper, back to gentling.
Worn out from recent traveling. An early night.
