Friday, January 10

We walk down to the beach to watch the sun go down and eat (once more) at Swiss Café. Once when we came here we watched a man get served what looked like a bucketful of pasta. Irma has worked her way through the listed pastas ever since in a vain bid to hunt it down.

So far she has got normal portions of everything she has asked for. We have begun to suspect that the man pretended to order for a family of four or five and then persuaded them to put all the meals on one plate.

We get a seat overlooking the walkway and I photograph the outdoor placard advertising the menu of the café next door. The Kingfisher?*

Apparently New Year celebrations continue there.

* I checked the next time I passed. The restaurant next door operates as Palm Beach restaurant. The Kingfisher sits further down towards the bend at the end of the beach.