Down to the cafe under the arcades with Bob and Sophie. The roast chicken lady has returned after three weeks away in hospital. This morning the locals and their dogs are lined up to welcome her back. Sophie is in one of her exceedingly talkative moods so we hurry past two Jack Russells, a Labrador and a Terrier.
The Moroccan basket men have also returned. They've brought with them the new seasons collection of woven shopping baskets from Marrakesh. Their sunny presence another sign that France profonde is stirring into some semblance of activity after the long winter.
Bob swallows his portion of the mornings illicit half croissant in one. He then turns towards the piece that his sister has only partially eaten. One of her icy stares makes him think better of it. He lets out a sigh while she slowly and teasingly finishes off her remaining sliver of pastry.
Here's an interesting link to an article about How the Blind Dream.