At eight o'clock, with the sun parading by now in its full glory, my nose detected a smell of yummy food crawling in through the invisible gap under my door. I wondered who was cooking this delicious dinner dish at this early hour on a week day. I was very tempted to follow my nose and knock on their door, but I managed to restrain myself.
Having completed my morning routine it was time to venture out.
Do you remember Bistrot Smiley from yesterday?
After alighting at the “Champ de Mars” it was very easy to spot the target.