Fishmonger

I said goodbye to the family this morning and then went in to town to the market. I met Patrique, the former fishmonger, but not in his shop which has now changed hands. He told me that he wants to go to England to watch an Arsenal football match.
The new fishmonger has a good array of fish and his prices seemed a little cheaper. I bought mussels, salmon and sea bass. There were five of us at French conversation this afternoon and we sent spent some time lamenting the political events of yesterday in the UK and explaining to Daniel the intricacies of Imperial measures.