Saturday, November 29, 2014
Not a bad start to a day.
A storm stirs in the mountains. At two in the morning it comes charging off the peaks and slams into The Rickety Old Farmhouse with all the finesse of a railroad car. Shutters bang, trees sway, the security lights come on. From the edge of the village I hear Max, the French teachers Golden Retriever, bark. Ten seconds later Bob joins in with a full throated 'bad weather ' alert. Sophie sleeps on. It takes more than a gale to interrupt her sleep .
The Christmas decorations go up on the Market Square. The beer and absinthe crowd watch the council workmen in silence. Bob and Sophie are 'dissuaded' from helping. At the pasta stall the young woman has made artichoke croquettes. '' Make sure the ovens heated to a hundred and eighty and bake them for ten minutes exactly ".
Bob and Sophie get a little Parmegiano. Their tails wag. Not a bad start to a Saturday in deepest, deepest France profonde.