Monday, October 7, 2013
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
The Monday morning market busy. The locals out in force after the recent heavy rain. Bob and Sophie try to linger by the cheese stall but today the cheese lady is rushed off her feet and doesn't notice them. They soon head off for their illicit half croissant at the cafe under the arcades. Their disappointment at the injustices of life doesn't last long.
On our return we find Madame Bay and two great granddaughters installed at the kitchen table. The great grandmother and great granddaughters are dressed in matching, sensible, rain gear. The girls wear yellow sou'westers , Madame Bay an enormous orange chiffon turban .
There is to be a formal lunch following the unveiling of the memorial to the Algerian War. A general, the national head of the veterans association, will be coming from Paris to officiate. The local MP and Senator will also be there. For the great occasion the ladies of the catering committee are preparing a ' sophisticated ' menu. " Nothing over the top you understand. We were thinking of cassoulet " our saintly septuagenarian inform us , " or paella ".