We arrived quite early, so it wasn’t too busy. Marcel had kept the table by the window for me, so we had a perfect view of the sun going down over the park. I had the lobster bisque and sole bonne femme; Archie sulked but eventually managed to down his boeuf en daube. At about eleven, a very drunken Archie took me home and insisted on escorting me to the front door, which I’m afraid to say I shut in his face. These boys are animals if you give them the chance.