What was remaining was for me to hand over her keys – so my parents came over with Tutta for this very purpose. The “pick-up-the-keys” turned into an aperitif, and before we knew it, we’d agreed to go out to dinner. Quite appropriate, I suppose, a bit of a “welcome dinner” for Tutta, and a “farewell dinner” for the fold, who were heading back to Finland for a month.
The bouillabaisse we had here was perhaps a little bit less impressive (this is after all not the Vieux port of Marseille), but still one of the best meals I’ve had recently. And the wine we had with it was nothing to frown at either. All in all, we had a very pleasent evening indeed. Good food, good drink, good company, what else can one hope for ? And we got those keys delivered as well ;-).
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