Sunday, November 8, 2015

Who are we to judge ?

Sophie is up early to alert us to the fact that the farmer is back and has brought an even larger tractor with him. He parks the machine on the speed bump and tinkers with the plough attachment. He whistles as he does so. There is nothing quite like whistling to get a PON into high alert mode. Apart, that is,  from banging a metal attachment with a spanner. This works just as well.The village wakes.

Sophie barks. Bob looks ferocious. Or as ferocious as he can look with Furry Fox in his mouth.

There is time for just a quick game of tug of war before we head into town.

Despite it being November two early rising American tourists can be seen in the market square. They are wearing identical white leather hats.They stand in the middle of the road, oblivious to the traffic, then stride purposefully off.

The beggar outside the market holds the door open for us. He tickles Bobs chin. Sophie avoids him. 'The Font' gives the young man a Euro coin. He has two friendly and well cared for dogs that he clearly loves and who love him back. Angus is always sniffy about giving to beggars. 'The Font' takes a ' who are we to judge ? ' approach. 

Sophie, exhausted by such an exciting start to her day, falls inelegantly asleep in the sun.

So begins another Sunday in deepest, deepest France profonde. Events too unimportant for a diary but too important to go completely unrecorded.


  1. Sophie inelegant?
    Who are we to judge?

  2. Everyone in town is alerted to cat movements at 5:30 a.m. So far no repercussions...

  3. Inelegant Sophie? No, she's just waiting for a tummy tickle !

  4. I'm with you on the "pan handlers" as they're called here, I've heard reports of their making as much as $100 a day after about 4 hours. However, that is totally forgotten about if I see they have a dog with them -- I'll give them dog food instead.

  5. At one time there was a beggar outside one of our local supermarkets. He had the most beautiful, well cared for spaniel and a scruffy mutt of indeterminate pedigree. I always gave him money, for the dogs of course, as did many other people. We learned that the money would be spent immediately on drink, so, like Kim, after a while we started buying dog food, and by the end of the day, the guy would have a very nice cache of treats and food. I often wondered if he didn't eat some of it himself - he looked well fed!

  6. Such a lovely sunny day! And by the looks of Sophie, a very busy one.

  7. We give because it is an act of kindness on our part, nothing expected in return . We don't judge because we have the choice to give or not to give.