When I was in the South of France recently, I visited the coastal town of Sète. Just before lunch time we found a booksellers market in one of the town’s squares. After browsing the bookstalls, we sat down at one of the tables outside a little restaurant and ordered what might be one of the most delicious salads I’ve ever tasted in my life. It came with a little bowl of gazpacho in the middle of the plate, and, honestly, I couldn’t recommend it more highly!
As we ate, I noticed that the booksellers were gathering some spare tables together in the middle of the square. They then ordered up lunch from the little restaurant and all sat together over the next hour or so chatting, sipping wine, and eating the tasty salads.
I mean, is this what they call “quality of life” or what?
Heroes Not Zombies 
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