Sunday, July 08, 2007

English Cake (my foot)

We found the "English Cake" cafe irresistable, and returned again and again - like moths to a flame - even after we knew beyond any doubt that they could provide nothing remotely English, not even a cup of tea.

Here we are are towards the end of a light brunch with Grandpa and Granny, Michael and Devora and their kids. We found their French (sic) broccoli quiche excellent.





And here were are later in the day, at the Botanical Gardens, moments before the wheelchair got two flat tyres due to the rough terrain.