Sunday, May 4, 2014
We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet; and, amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us.
Congratulations to those of you who recognized the object in yesterdays quiz for what it was, A baguette box. Every morning the bakers wife can be seen driving around in her little white van popping the morning bread into these little tubes. As they say " Only in France ". Newspapers here are delivered with the post.
By the greengrocers a sleeping sheepdog wakes up, briefly, and looks at Sophie.
A band of thirty pilgrims come through the village singing. They are carefully scrutinized.
There's roast chicken for dinner. While it's cooking Sophie catches up on her beauty sleep.
Two old gentlemen in berets put the world to rights. One of them tickles Sophie behind the ear.
The villagers play Petanque in the car park until midnight. Bob watches them.
We'd call it quiet but for two young PON's it's a weekend of endless excitement.