Cafe life

We went into Bordeaux for a hospital appointment today, and had lunch in the city. As hospitals go, this one was enormous, had no maps or signposts and we weren't sent a letter of confirmation of the appointment. It took almost an hour to find the right department and check in, and then the reports and photographs sent by our local specialist had gone astray. Oh well, different country, same old story!
In other news, one of the original gang of three chickens who survived the massacre last May, died today. She had been ill for a few days, but it was sad to see her go. Seven left.