A scorcher of a day in store. The angelic duo, sensing it's going to be a warm one, are up before six for their morning walk while it's still cool.
Too hot for the PONs to join us on our shopping run in the car. They stay at home when we head off. Bob and Sophie have taken this change to their routine as well as can be expected. A half carrot from the chiller helps them adjust.
On the street facing the prefecture workmen are suspending a large yellow cyclists jersey between two buildings. The Tour de France ois coming to town. I now understand why the ice maiden in the orange cardigan was able to find an appointment for my Carte de Sejour so quickly. I'm booked in on Thursday at exactly the time the first riders are due to cross the finish line. All the parking bays in a mile radius have been suspended and a tight security cordon has been thrown up around the old town. The chances of my making it through the crowds and the police to the scheduled interview are exactly nil.
As solace we head off to the bakers. Or, to be more precise, I head off to the bakers.
On the way home we see that they're hanging enormous Tour de France jerseys from the parapets on the old medieval bridge .
Thursdays appointment has been cancelled and new one scheduled for August.
Let's hope these guys have a good day : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0f0qZJhWNmE