Winter storms are forecast but the day dawns bright and sunny. Bob arrives in the bedroom at six to inform me it's a beautiful morning. We head off to the departmental capital. A pretty little town with a wonderful medieval bridge and a castle built by the Black Prince. When we first arrived the centre was full of small boutiques and esoteric shops including a Harmonia Mundi CD store. The town council, in their wisdom, gave planning permission for two out of town shopping malls. The streets around the cathedral now a sea of empty store fronts. Others are barely hanging on. This is known as the doughnut effect. The centre empty and everything moved out to the edge.
It is also the home of the cheese monger. This by dint of its excellence not only survives but thrives.
Today, we buy some Mothais, some Langres and some Chaource. Bob gets a little Brie de Melun. His tail does its physically impossible up and down movement while simultaneously rotating. Perhaps he has a double jointed tail ?
Off to the garden shop for a dozen red hyacinth bulbs ...
... and some bees wax from the Droguerie. Bob and his master like the Droguerie. It smells of lavender , eucalyptus and stale sunshine and is the sort of everything piled on top of everything else type of store that disappeared in the UK twenty years ago.
Sophie remains blissfully ignorant of tomorrows appointment. She walks round the garden four times unaided. Her brother is keen to have a game of savage my sister but one look from Sophie tells him this isn't a good idea.