Yesterday

Armed with your map and leaflet full of reading material, you go off to have an early lunch. You return to a square you had seen earlier, with a massive palm tree in the centre. There are many places to choose to eat, and you decide to go for the plainest and cheapest. All you fancy is a sandwich and a drink, so you have a hot ham and goat's cheese baguette and an Orangina.

For most of the meal you are seranaded by a massive argument coming from an open window above the square. It is mostly a woman's voice with shouting and screaming interspersed at random intervals by either a gruff masculine voice or the sound of breaking crockery.

What do you want to do?