Chapter 11
The three of us decided to seek out the supermarket to stock up on breakfast items and other necessities. We’d discussed our meal arrangements months earlier. We’d planned to eat breakfast in the apartment, but have most of our other meals out. The brochures had said there were loads of restaurants and cafés dotted about the area.
“Damn!” Mark stared at the locked door to the supermarket. “They’re closed for siesta.”
We’d forgotten the Continental custom of closing for a few hours during the heat of the day.
I attempted to sing about mad dogs and Englishmen going out in the midday sun.
“I wouldn’t give up the library if I were you,” Sam giggled.
“Shall we go for a look round now we’re out?” I suggested, ignoring Sam’s critique of my singing abilities.
“Might as well,” M
