May 18, lunch time

In a modest sandwich bar, near the marina, those cute stools:






We have a steak sandwich with lovely French fries, quietly sitting by the marina, where plenty of small boats do not swing at all, since the tide is very low and they are grounded. Roger asks how I can write that he happily said "Jesus H. Christ, this is nice!" I said I would write it and everyone who knows him would know.