A delightful dinner last night with a Scout friend who had worked in my team at the Jamboree. Carine is Belgian and is teaching French in a school outside Göteborg. We went to Soho, a restaurant my guide book told me was the hip place to be. The food was excellent and it was lovely to see Carine and hear her news.
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