Bobs interest is piqued by a group of people standing outside the church drinking coffee from Styrofoam cups. Restorers come to repair the plaster statues damaged by the overzealous decorators.
By the time we arrive Joan of Arc has been reunited with her lance, St.Francis has found his head and St.Bernadette's top and bottom half look as though they were never parted. A lady is sitting on a stool repainting the statues. She has an eye for colour that wouldn't be out of place in a Hindu temple. She looks up briefly , says 'Bonjour' and then continues with her work. I catch Bob by his collar as he's moving towards St.Francis. Bob has christening on his mind. St.Francis remains safe. Eau de Bob and a restored saint might prove to be a fault line between Catholic southerners and protestant northerners.
The angelic duo spend the rest of the day at the front gate watching the restorers. Sophie squeaks to let us know that she would like to be across there 'helping'. A PON princess , delicate plaster statues and lots of open pots of paint. Can you imagine anything more nightmarish ?