Tuesday, March 31, 2015
The clock change has clearly left the locals confused. The little hotel remains firmly shuttered and the Tabac opens its doors forty five minutes late.
Bob does not like it when part of his flock wanders. Thankfully, there are plenty of workmen for him to round up.
The whoosh of the sliding doors in the departure terminal should perk him up when he comes to collect me this evening. Bob takes his role as family fellow very seriously.