Antoine

I probably met Antoine for the first time about 10 years ago. My first few years in Denmark were mostly occupied with time in restaurants as a cook (not chef). Antoine, being French is, of course, a waiter. Our paths crossed a couple of times in that odd little twilight world of Danish cuisine. We lost contact when I could speak the language and got a "proper" job. However, a few years later, I find he has moved into our apartment block and lives 3 doors along. We finally got 'round to having a beer and catching up, out on the new mini park in front of our block. Mighty fine evening and why I'm a bit late.

Colour for a change, after a trip through b&w and resaturated.