Freo was buzzing at lunch time.
Even so, I managed to nab a free car park, and my favourite seat at The Roundhouse.
The Roundhouse staff are none too friendly or efficient, and I think there was sand in my risotto.
But I do like to sit at my table hoping Tim Winton will some day join me for a latte.
Unfortunately, like a young Lester Bowie blowing his horn out the window so Louis Armstrong might hear, the great man never drops by.
It must be the risotto.