Here is Sigmund 'at home' plodding around in his workshop at Montsalvat.
I first argued with Sigmund at his restaurant Clichy in the late 60’s [I think] for letting people smoke cigars whilst we were eating. He just looked at me with his typical ignominious smile, almost said something and moved on, swanning between tables, as he did.
That smile didn’t change. Indeed, for the past 16 years we have argued, sledged and shared life at Mon Ami restaurant maybe 1 or 2 times a week over most weeks. That’s 500+ arguments all in good humour and friendship.
How good is that!
Sigmund, always out there enjoying life and conversation and wine and food and memories.
Ave atque vale amicus meus