Dreaming of France

I've been in and out of Covent Garden three times today, the last trip to see the very entertaining American Hustle.

On the first visit I noticed this cello, advertising a restaurant in Endell Street. I thought it was a French restaurant, but on later inspection it turned out to be Italian.

I always imagined I would spend more of my life in France having spent the late eighties and early nineties lodging with artists in Brittany. Florence however turned out to be the destination of choice from then on. I really miss France.