The Old Farmer has taken to feeding the local cats. This morning three of them cavort on his doorstep. They seem to know that Sophie can't get to them. Bob watches on silently from his stump seat. Sophie stands and squeals in high pitched frustration. The cats are completely untroubled.
The butchers, the cafe, the newsagents, the greengrocers, the two cheese ladies, the sausage man and the traiteur all closed for their annual August holidays. The town full of visitors with nowhere to spend their money. The fancy bakers remains open. I'm urged me to buy one of their 'new' coffee and praline cakes. This looks light and fluffy. Carrying it to the car it suddenly dawns on me that it remarkably heavy. In fact leaden might be a better description.
At the local supermarket they have installed a Sushi stand. Two oriental gentlemen in red head bands are doing their best to attract custom. The locals look on with ill disguised suspicion. The inhabitants of deepest France profonde are reticent about the thought of raw fish, especially foreign raw fish.
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