|These days, the bistro is on the corner to the right. When the weather is warm, tables are set out on the wide sidewalk. All the way at the end of the street you can see the weekend home of Lafayette’s family.|
We are off to a French family lunch. The minute I return I’ll tell you about our conversation with friends yesterday at the little bistro in our tiny village.
The water color by Maurice Utrillo, 1937, shows you our “downtown”. More later.