Tiger mosquito !

It's been a rather hectic week, but hey, we got through it! One evening I managed to get myself triple-booked, with family quiz, first-time-back choir rehearsal and speaking for a UK CU. That kind of week.

So yesterday I suggested that we take a moment to go out for lunch somewhere. We live in a city of cafés and restaurants, some of which are quite affordable. Why not?

Our next zoom call was scheduled for 2pm, so we needed to keep it close to home. There's a really good organic and local produce pizza place near the station - really good pizzas. There's several places we've never been. Oh yes, and there's that new chicken place - Chicko-so - that just opened. We decided to go and see.

It's a fast-food style place with a couple of tables outside and lots inside. The idea is that you choose your meal from a kind of table of options :

 Chicken     Accompaniment Sauce Dessert     Drink
 Roast chicken Caesar salad Pesto Pineapple Water
 Chicken drumsticks Rice Peanut Fruit salad Coke
 Chicken in breadcrumbs Fries etc. etc. etc.

You get the idea. The base price is 9,80€ or 11,80 if you include a dessert.

We made our order, took our alarm puck (it buzzes when your meal is ready to collect from the kitchen hatch) and sat at an outside table. Almost immediately we were surrounded by mosquitos. At lunchtime!

We decided to retreat indoors. "Good idea" thought the mosquitos and came with us. We could see them happily hunting all round the restaurant. One settled on my elbow. I squashed it, but I still have the lump. Another must have got me on the knuckle.

When we collected our meals we moved again, to a table right in the middle of the restaurant and there we were troubled less.

It is unusual for ordinary mosquitos to attack in the daytime, but Bordeaux is increasingly prey to the tiger mosquito which is more agressive, attacks at any time and also can carry serious diseases.


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