It remains hot. Another 100 degree plus day.
At the little restaurant under the arcades we stop for a coffee. A spaniel comes and sniffs my shoes. It immediately knows it's found a dog owner.
Foie gras macaroons in the bakers.
On the rooftop of a house by the old church a terrace that is opened out to receive the sun rather than narrowed down to block it out.
Bob receives us at his front door with a clear ' where do you think you've been ? ' look.
Too hot to be out in the afternoon sun so dogs and master play throw the furry fox along the upstairs hallway. After that there's time for some rug surfing. Bob could play this all day. Sophie, having had her fill of life in the fast lane, wanders down to the kitchen to support 'The Font' in preparing a chicken for dinner.
Then there's time for a long doze in the library. In the evening a chance to wander across to the village green as the villagers continue their preparations for tonights big match. The depressive physiotherapist finishes playing his accordion at 1:24 and heads home. Apart from the hoot of the owls peace returns to our little corner of paradise.
Life with dogs in deepest, deepest France profonde on the hottest day of the year ( so far ).
This, with a very Russian soundtrack, is enough to cool anyone down :https://youtu.be/kLSaA3pO6Bc