Monday, August 26, 2013
For light does the darkness most fear.
The two little angels are sleeping soundly when I wander downstairs. Bob sits up, yawns, then decides to emit a high pitched ' woof ' before settling back into his sisters basket. Sophie carries on snoring. She has what ' the font ' calls a " two packs a day " tone to her snoring .
At the cafe under the arcades a large windmill made of garlic has appeared in the window. Attached to it a sign in red letters saying '' Do not touch. Very fragile '. Underneath a photograph of a life sized D'Ártagnan ( of three musketeers fame ) also made out of garlic. It would seem that a travelling show of garlic sculptures is coming to town on September 6th and 7th. The windmill is just a little taster of the delights in store.
To the bakers for a raspberry tart. The baker tells me " You're lucky to have found us M'Ongoose. We're closing for our holidays for the next four weeks " . Angus thinks a four week holiday sounds a tad excessive for a baker but decides it's best not to comment .The French are very keen on holidays.