Smoke On The Water

The Vieux Port was strangely misty today when I went into town to meet some friends for lunch. It was around 12.30pm, and the day later cleared into blue skies, but it all seemed very gothic, Edgar Allen Poe-esque to me. Nothing of note happened today. I had a haircut, i read more Pride and Prejudice and am now about to book a weekend trip to Madrid. Lazy day.