Summer well and truly here. We head off down the hill. Bob and Sophie run ahead. They scatter the roosters on the village green who crow in annoyance. The little stream is flush to its banks with the last melt waters from the high mountains. The PONs try fishing for minnows by the waterfall. They are unsuccessful. Sophie lets out a 'frustrated' yelp. Bob gets soaked - and having decided this is fun - gets soaked again.
Both PONs are in a happy place. The lustre of Sophie's nose speaks volumes, Bobs smile says the rest.
While the PONs sleep we go to a new restaurant in the market town. It's decorated in a retro chic meets abandoned warehouse style. Angus thinks it would have been trendy in Vancouver twenty years ago. The restaurant has installed one of those electronic systems where the order is entered on an i-pad and sent directly to the kitchen. Quite something for France profonde. There are a few 'glitches' in the process. I get a well done steak, 'The Font' a grilled goats cheese salad. Not what we ordered but good enough. Why wait another half an hour ? All the waiters are tall and thin, have long beards and are averse to smiling. A very Mennonite look. Our waitress by contrast has a tattoo of five dolphins running (leaping ?) from her left eye brow across the bridge of her nose to the end of her right brow. Angus would really like to stare at the tattoo but decides against doing so. Both sexes wear baggy jeans and tee shirts with the motto '' Cloudy beer is for lovers ". Perhaps if you're twenty this means something.
The heavy wooden tables run on casters set into rails along the floor. How practical !
Noticing the practicality of restaurant furniture is further proof I'm turning ( or have turned ) into my father.
Summer morning music : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q31lIDvMhqw