Man has no pity.

Another of those 'the dawn came up like thunder' mornings. The sky surreally bright. It must be something to do with El Nino. Colours you'd expect to see in Mauritania , not southern France.

The PONs return from their early morning walk in fine fettle. Bob settles down and stares at me as if to say ' and what are we going to do now ? '

In the dress makers window a small hand written sign : " The Fairy's are sad. Man is without pity ". No indication of what this might mean . Is it a comment on the first anniversary of the Charlie Hebdo attack ? 

Bob and Sophie introduce themselves to the petanque players in the garden by the river. The petanque players ignore them. This doesn't seem to bother the PONs who are eyeing up a discarded sandwich.

On our way home Bob does his best to de-threat the trees on the river bank. Too many even for a PON boy. His sister skips along ahead of him. Every so often she turns and yelps at him to get a move on. It's been a great day.