The MinxLoft Chiswick Rising to
09.03
The MinxLoft, Chiswick.
Rising to a gentle beginning morning. Final packing and e-flurrying.
Shortly, to the taxi.
20.15 L’Apartement Minxie, Menton.
A straightforward journeying to Heathrow Terminal Five and procession through security procedures, with one arising: setting off the metal detector, I was given a body search.
Security Man: Do you have anything sharp?
RF: Only my wit.
Security Man: If you’re wearing metal shirt-sleeve holders through a metal detector, that’s not very sharp.
RF: Sharp as a spoon.
To Giraffe for breakfast…
… with apologies to any Diary-visiting innocent, raging at the
continuing hypocrisy of the HRHVL for not asking permission of
fellow-breakfasters, to include them in the pic.
Moving table to escape a Frenchman conducting loud conversations on his
mobile ‘phone at the adjoining table, just three feet from my left ear.
An acceptable flight…
… to Nice, and into the JohannMobile…
… to Menton I…
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Immediately on the street for grocery-shopping. Supper on the balcony as afternoon slid into evening I…
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… and a walk to the
Westminster Hotel for our Happy Hour. This is a favourite destination for the Gallic post-mature, it seems. It is also counted as one of our locals in Menton. The hotel’s heating is set to very warm, welcome because it is rather nippy for the Cote D’Azur at this time of year.
The Citron festival is underway…
… and the Cocteau Museum has opened I…
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… with Minx included as a guide to scale…
