|Eating out in France.|
We lived then in the north west seaside resort of Blackpool, so there was an abundance of cafes and fish and chip shops - but they were there for visitors, not for us. My only memory is of a regular Saturday afternoon trip with my mother into town to meet my Aunt Edith at a cafe that specialised in icecream from the local Palatine Dairy.
In my early teens we moved to York, and again I have no recollections of eating out. This must have been the time of the coffee bar culture, but that passed me by, and at weekends I met friends at my home or theirs. There was no "just hanging out".