Tonight I went to the Styx cinema again, this time with my friend S. But first we ate at a little neighbourhood Italian restaurant directly across the street. It's the kind of tiny place where the food is excellent and you get hauled into conversation with the French/Scottish family on the next table, out celebrating a birthday. From there it was literally a minute to our seats in the cinema (effectively the upstairs of a house) where we watched When Pigs Have Wings with four other people.
And tomorrow I'm off to the Netherlands for the weekend to visit my friend A. A date with some bloke has been shoehorned in too - he's driving up from Utrecht so it would be a shame to disappoint him. A tells me there is a big fair this weekend, about which I'm giddily excited.
In amongst all this there is much French homework, which hopefully will get done on the train. Hopefully. Bon weekend, people.