The church on the opposite side of the square strikes four o'clock. Lunch is now only a delicious memory and the evening "dîner" still seems a long way off.
As usual around this time of day, something stirs deep within Miniman.
Without even lifting his head, the phrase tumbles from his mouth...
"Cup of tea...?"
Eh oui, there's no denying that after nearly 6 years of living in France, France has not yet removed that primordial English need for his afternoon cuppa.
It's a shame that he doesn't have any pastries to go with it...
What about you? What would you really not be able to do without if you moved away from your country?