We're up and out before six. Sophie's neural linkages take a little time to connect. She gives me her ' Do you know what time it is ? ' look.
Climbing back up the hill towards the village we pass a combine harvester hard at work. We double our pace to pass this large yellow chaff spewing monster as quickly as possible. Sophie makes sure that I'm positioned between her and this strange beast.
There is a PON parade at the front door. Big brother enters first. His sister overtakes him in the hallway and is the first into the kitchen. Breakfast is enjoyed.
Carrot, Pepper and Tomato, Olive Tapenade and Lobster Bisque macaroons on sale in the traiteur on the market square.
Let it not be said that life here in our little corner of paradise is anything other than cosmopolitan.