Over the weekend the weather has turned from Spring into high Summer. Cloudless skies, the mountains bathed in brilliant sunshine,woodpeckers at the bird feeder.75 degrees by late morning. 80 plus in the afternoon.
Today we're up early to avoid the heat. Bob comes with me to the market. We order our usual Salers and Tome de Savoie from the cheese lady. We add some Tome Fermiere ( much better than the Reblochon or St.Nectaire she tells me ) and a pungent sheeps milk Pyramide for 'the font'. Bob is given tiny slivers of each. The cheese lady is either a good saleswoman or a dog lover. Perhaps both. Bob gives her his best ' I love you ' look . His tail rotates at high speed - a sure sign the boy is happy. Bob's ever waving tail , it must be said, is one of the worlds natural wonders.
Shopping done dog and owner sit at the outdoor cafe watching the early morning shoppers. Bob slurps noisily from the bowl of water the waiters brought him . He then lets out a long contented sigh. The start of a new week in deepest, deepest France profonde.