Still searingly hot but the wind has eased a bit. The angelic duo are rather nonplussed to find that there are no visitors today. They sit on the wooden table by the pool waiting.
In the little market town the street lamps have a spray attachment. When the temperature hits 40 a cloud of cold water vapour comes shooting out. This happens every minute or so. Bob views this development with wary aloofness. He moves out of the way. A suddenly chilled Sophie has a diva moment of the ear splitting ' do you know what just happened to me ' variety. We buy our croissants and hurry home.
A sign on the town hall noticeboard. Another music night, this time organised by the Village Fleuri Committee. The mayors secretary double booked the last one, two weeks ago, with the special needs home discotheque. The depressive physiotherapist with his accordion and the three teenage boys with their acoustic guitars played to an extremely appreciative audience .
A Festy Night is on the cards. It starts at 7.30 with 'Les Kanarys' followed by a Soiree Neige at 10. What this might entail remains to be seen. The Chairman of the Village Fleuri Committee, who Madame Bay informs us suffers from anger management issues, is responsible for cooking the faux filets. It should, in so many ways, be a memorable evening.