On our morning walk Bob sees a red squirrel. The squirrel seems unconcerned.
In the park by the river the pollarded Plane trees are throwing off new branches as if it's spring. A geometrically beautiful sight. It's a most unwintry 16 degrees today.
The depressive bakers wife asks me how many cakes I want. '' Two for lunch today and two for tomorrow ". ' It's hardly worth your coming in ' she replies. Difficult to say whether this is French humour or what she's really thinking. From her unsmiling demeanour I'd opt for the latter.
The Grand Marnier sponge proves to be delicious.
A sign for a missing child in the window of the hat shop. On closer inspection the girl went missing 20 years ago. If there's one thing worse than the death of child it must be the disappearance of one. Love of course never gives up.
It rains. The market square deserted. Bob and Sophie stop to drink at length from every puddle.
For Bob and Sophie it has been the best day ever. Puddles and bins.