Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A look that says it all.
It's half term. The cafe under the arcades closed. The only sign of life the greengrocer perched on the front wing of his car texting his wife. He looks up as we pass and says ' quiet this morning ' before returning to what he was doing . The cafe cat wanders up to me as if to say 'where is everyone ?'. A little French market town can be very quiet indeed. Where could the beer and absinthe crowd have gone ?
Sophie plays in the garden. She hasn't quite got the hang of sharing things with her brother. She's a believer in the old rule ' what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine '. Bob, who has had his tail nipped, gives her a look that says it all. He finally settles down in the doorway well away from his troublesome sister.
Just another day in deepest France profonde.