It is certainly very nice to put the books aside in the middle of the day and take a walk through the Slope before falling happily into a crêpe lunch with crêpe desserts. The restaurant is empty enough so we choose to sit in a sunny spot while the hot buckwheat crêpes keep a-comin’. This is why friends coming to visit gets an A-plus.

(The tangent is, the crêpe lunch was had at Moutarde, and the moutarde story, and maybe this is only funny to two people, is, once upon a time CC said, “Is moutarde ‘mustard’?” and I said, “Yes, and coutarde is ‘custard.’”)