Feast and Spectre

I spent such a long time over luncheon with the lovely Lazooligirl that today's sightseeing plans were somewhat curtailed. When we eventually left the Brasserie (not your common or garden cafe for us) and emerged blinking into the light, we found it was already dark. The shops were closing, which thwarted my ongoing search for the outfit which is going to reveal my inner supermodel. So I headed back to the Holiday Inn Palace, and curled up with room service and the telly. Bliss.