In the supermarket there's a group of shaven headed Poles. Agricultural workers here for the melon harvest. I tell them that the French for piwo is biere. They look gruff but when they come back out to the car park loaded with bottles of Kronenbourg they see the PON's and laugh like children. Sophie soaks up the attention. Bob is less sure.
The cafe under the arcades is still closed. We stop off at at the McDonald's on our way home. The PON duo wait patiently while I go in to order a coffee. A new special - goats cheese wraps. Don't think they would be a hit in Topeka. The young man behind the counter brings out a bowl of water . He puts it down and chats to the dogs without a hint of embarrassment.
On the way back into the village a line of pilgrims. We've seen more this year than the previous four years put together. This article from Der Spiegel ( in English ) offers an explanation. The second page is the more interesting.