As you may have guessed, I'm back.
France was, well, French - warmer, sunnier, and with better coffee/croissants. Why is it that even the pokiest cafe on the grottiest street corner in France can produce a decent espresso, when over here you're lucky if it even tastes vaguely of coffee? Or is that just a Newcastle problem? Actually, I must get round to posting my top tips for coffee houses in the north (don't worry, it's a pretty short list).
Anyway, M and I had a great week. Proper cheese, actual sunshine, several tarte aux pommes, giraffes and 'stipy zebas' at Bordeaux zoo, walks in the countryside past endless vines, and, not, surprisingly, some rather nice wine.