Still talking

Such a lovely day that we sat outside for our conversation group. We were 18 again! Including a couple of new people, and a somewhat better francophone turnout of five. Plus a visiting participant in the form of Arachne, who deployed her skills at teaching English as a foreign language excellently. It's a bit of a constraint doing this every Sunday, but I enjoy it and I'm pleased that word of mouth is spreading, at least among anglophones.

Earlier we'd had a picnic lunch in the garden, for the first time this year -- ridiculously late. It was lovely, and an opportunity best seized since apparently the weather is going to deteriorate. What with that and cake chez Aude in the afternoon, we needed nothing more than cheese and another bottle of rosé for dinner this evening, accompanied by much talk.