I was late. The appointment was at Le Marseillais in Jeu de Balle; with its blue awning, decidedly gaullian façade and extensive pastis list, you could easily believe that you’re actually in the South of France. An apt location, as it turned out. She walked up to the table some ten minutes after I’d sat down. I was relieved; I was late, but she was later.
Peach Water and Pastis: An Afternoon with Vica Pacheco