So there was Msr Cros and his retirement party; there was Mikes (very successful) vernissage; there were the people sitting about in Quillan and the nice statue of the curé with the keys cryptically rusted into it; there was some nonsense over dinner including a picture of Msr Jolie gurning; and they have all disappeared, gorn, vamoosed into limbo or wherever pictures go when they quit your camera.So I nipped outside and snapped Warty Bliggins here. A treat to see him, at any rate.
