One of those hot, humid, airless French summer days when nothing stirs. The younger village residents have headed off to the coast with their families while the older ones have closed their shutters against the sun. A fleet of large white shiny Mercedes cars are parked, baking, under the sun on the road up to the chateau. The German billionaires must have visitors but if the silence is anything to go by they are late risers.
Sophie rouses herself and sets off on a mid-morning tour of the village. A chance to make sure no c-a-t-s have taken up residence. The village tour is followed by a long drink from the old zinc bath that doubles as a water trough. She slurps noisily. Water always tastes better from an old zinc bath.
Then home and a beeline for the kitchen where it's cool and there's the possibility of roast salmon.
After that time for a long restorative nap .
Sophie's August routine.
This seasonal ditty is playing on on Radio Nostalgie this morning : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hQ1HQh9_JM