At Giuseppe’s restaurant for lunch.
I feel like at home here, I’m even allowed to poke my nose into Fabrice’s “sancta sanctorum”, that is the restaurant kitchen.
Fabrice is the chef, of course, he’s French and he has a talent for cooking and a genuine joy in doing it.
He always comes out from the kitchen to hug and kiss me to welcome us to the restaurant, while he just shakes my husband’s hand in a more reserved way.
My husband says he doesn’t feel discriminated, since Frabrice is a wonderful and cheerful person but he’s always impregnated with sauce and spices and all the other secret ingredients of his work and he leaves traces.
I don’t mind.
Today he was wearing this bright silky scarf and suddenly I decided he would have been my twelve o’clock picture.

This photo belongs to the gallery Máire and Marisa are composing together with pictures taken, all in the same day, in Dublin and Nyon.

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