The official last meal of the holiday, and here is the happy family.

The man on the piano was "playing it again Sam" as we walked past, so I had to stop, the waterside front and the Dubrovnik walls, the still 30deg heat, thirst and pangs of peckishness had nothing to do with it. Casablanca is the best film ever, ok joint best film.

We had a lovely meal and asked the rather serious waitress to take our photo. The eagle eyed amongst you will note that I am clinging on to my credit card, partly to do with its proximity to my daughter, partly because the meal marks the closing down of the bank of mum and dad for the summer and the card is now going on holiday itself till its recovered.