Bob sits on the stairs while I put on my shoes. He does his best to be patient. When we get to the cafe under the arcades the 'beer and absinthe' crowd are engrossed in their weekly scratch card ritual - conducted in sepulchral silence. The man with the red metallic motability scooter is wearing his 'lucky' white baseball cap - back to front.
Off to the big electrical goods store to buy a sloping cooker hood that 'The font' won't forever be bumping into. There are no assistants around. They're on some form of strike. We leave cooker hood less.
The woman at the fancy cake shop is in a bad mood. In fact she's in a terrible mood. Her assistant is down with the flu and the phone is ringing non-stop with locals ordering things for Christmas. '' The country's gone mad " she says to me unfestively.
A carol service near Toulouse. Airbus commuting territory. A decidedly Teutonic flavour to the evening. Angus finds a table at a cafe outside the church. He orders a rather cheeky St.Joseph 2010. The PON's, unbidden, get water and some fish flakes in a bowl. They consider this to be very civilized. To show her pleasure Sophie burps.
The Font joins us after this final, un-French, carol : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Egb77BpnJPQ