Saturday morning. A week into the referendum campaign on Britain's membership of the EU. The commentators on Radio France are in no doubt how ungrateful their neighbours across the Channel are. Angus bites his lip while drinking the mornings first cup of coffee. Only another four months of this to go.
An unbridled vision of loveliness is keen to get her day started. The damp morning has done nothing for Sophie's hair.
Big brother somehow manages to look less disheveled.
Although it's a time of the morning when only dog owners are up and about, this song is playing, loudly, from the railway station public address system. You can't go anywhere in France without hearing this. It is the background noise of the country. It's quite enjoyable the first hundred or so times you hear it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KA3Q1duzwaE&list=PL6szNsef4d4LWOX3k32Xpc78dz_HYyZL4&index=3