A high speed check of the garden to make sure there are no intruders.
Bob patrols in silence. Sophie doesn't.
Finally we're all ready to get in the car and head off to the bakers.
The baker has been busy. The top of the display cabinet now covered in what appears to be a row of houses sculpted out of dark chocolate. This confectionery edifice joins the large unsold Easter eggs and white chocolate Hansel and Gretel in forming a barrier between us and the bakers wife. I can glimpse her through the glass but can't see her face.
For 'The Font' I buy a strange purple 'Figue' cake. '' Is it light " I ask . The disembodied voice behind the counter replies 'Very'. So much for the art of conversation.
Angus opts for a lurid green pistachio eclair.
The bakers wife steps out from behind the counter to talk to Bob and Sophie. They are given some slivers of choux pastry from a 'Sacristan'. For an instant both PONs look angelic.
They both leap up into the back of the car tails still wagging. So starts a Saturday in deepest France profonde.
This is great. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_7tsRrgA2Q