What’s in a name?

Frank sent me a photograph of this shop front he found in Cookham, which he thought might amuse me. My cottaging days are long gone, but it’s sweet to be reminded.

In the meantime I came across this sign in Paris, which rings horribly true after a summer of northern European rain and too much good food.

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