Browsing around the almost Parisian feel of 'The Ferry' (as it's widely known)on the sunniest day this year so far, my lady and I walked into The Royal Arch at the northern end of Gray Street ... a well kept and obviously well-beloved establishment. First time for me ... but the wife, of course, had three times previously with three different members of her band of cronies, graced this fine pub with her custom and favour.  We had fish, prawns, salad, chips, bread, bannocks and coke that were as good as the best of any pub ... but turned out even better for the rapid first-class manner by which they were served.  The place was spotless and interestingly decorated with more than a nod to Art Deco and The Tay Estuary at the southern end of town. The joint was busy but capably handled by a pair of friendly astute young girls who ably constucted our path through post-lockdown pub attendance with serious aplomb.  All in all, a great success.  It's well refreshing to note that, at least in Royal Arch Land, value for money, creditable cheer, civility and the publican's traditional warm welcome are still around in these truly unconventional times.