Muggy when we set off, even muggier as the day progresses. The low clouds holding in the heat. A large scorpion - all of four inches long - crosses the old roman road in front of us. Sophie is particularly keen to get up close and personal with it. Thank heavens the two of them are on their leads.
We go to the cafe in the little market town on the other side of the valley. Bob and Sophie only get a bowl of water here but there are new faces to see and new scents to follow. Two Dutch families are having breakfast at an outside table. Each of the children is drinking Pepsi from a bottle. The parents drink beer. They ask for cheese with their croissants. The waiter looks at them in that way only French waiters can. Non-verbal communication.
And here's a thought provoking Monday morning piece from Stanford :