Batignolles

The bare necessities

Stopped in a cafe for a well, cafe, in Paris the other day and thought it a good idea to plot my escape out of the city, hoping to avoid a peripherique traffic jam. I failed with the traffic and got home a half hour later than I should have.

When I put down the GPS and the coffee came, I looked down at the table and thought, "yeah, this is all that I need; my GPS, my sunglasses and the occasional cuppa joe." A car wouldn't hurt either but couldn't get it on the table.

The good life.