Chapter 34It's late morning on a beautiful, sunny Saturday and I'm sitting outside the café with Byron enjoying a rich, milky coffee and a warm 'pain au chocolate'. I have the day off and Patricia is due to finish work at lunchtime, when she'll meet me here. She has an appointment in Perpignan with the owner of an art gallery, to discuss whether or not he'll include her work for sale in his establishment and I'm going to drive her. I don't much fancy driving in the centre of Perpignan on a Saturday afternoon in high summer, and parking will be impossible, but I have to support her, and who knows, this might be the very opportunity she's been waiting for. Byron and I have just been discussing how quiet it is here this morning.
“It's as if all the tourists have suddenly been whisked off int
