Sitting with a glass of white wine at one of the new tables outside Giuseppi's and sharing a generous plate of antipasti in the sunshine.
A man sits at a table with his mobile phone in front of him. It seems that it remains for him disturbingly out of use. He looks at the keyboard with an urgent longing.
The sweet cicely, which I have always had in the bed in front of the dining room, is in flower again. The perfume of its white flowers suggest annis as do the seed when they appear. The leaves can be used to give flavour and add sweetness to a gooseberry pie. It is one of the first garden herbs to emerge in the spring and among the last to die down.