Côte

It was seasonably warm and sunny when I took Kylie out for a walk this morning and I didn't really need my coat.  By the time I emerged from Côte this evening (roast poussin and fries) it was seasonably pissing down.

I've retired cold and damp for a warming evening with The Replacements in the absence of the Fox, who is doing improving things at the other end of town.