Saturday, September 20, 2014
We order an Opera and a Millefeuille from the fancy cake lady. The Opera turns out to be one of the very best I've ever had. Bob and Sophie get given slivers of choux pastry. This is enthusiastically received. Sophie wants to stay in the bakers rather than return home. She has to be ordered outside. Bob does what he's told.
On our morning walk we pass the melon pickers. Or, to be more precise they pass us. They're standing on the back of a trailer being towed by an old orange tractor . Sophie scurries behind my legs. Bob takes up his big brother position and lets out a basso profundo bark. One of the melon pickers looks. The others ignore us.
It's been so dry the well has finally stopped working. In the afternoon Bob and Sophie dig up the lawns searching for moles. At five thirty the Very Old Farmer returns home in an ambulance. Madame Bay is there to greet him.
The excitement of life in a village in deepest, deepest France profonde as summer nears its end.