All there was to do on such a Sunday afternoon was to sit in the Place with a couple of scoops of white wine.  

I prefer the darker corners of the Couverts; nominally Atmospher, where I can sit against the wall and watch back lit people but they can't see you.  But today was exceptional and I had to bite the bullet and sit in the sun. I realised that after 20 years of living here I'd never appreciated the carvings that run along the 12 metre oak beam (like when you live in Paris and refuse to look at the Eiffel Tower from the metro between Bir Hakeim and Passy but your soul is jumping up and down inside your body, saying 'look there's the Eiffel Tower, right there, it's huge and beautiful').  

It took me less than one glass of wine to want to meet the medieval sculptor who created these creatures.