Friday 10th September
Day 142
Coming out of the restaurant tonight the air is tropical warm, wrapping the four of us in gossamer silk. The pavement cafes are crammed with people at tables, talking, laughing, knives and forks clinking in the dark. The aroma of fried onions - something spicy and charcoaled blends with their voices.
If I didn’t know I was in a city centre precinct in Devon I’d think we were walking towards a beach fringed with palm trees rustling in the hot breeze. In some exotic country where you never need cardigans.
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