For 'The Fonts' birthday we go to lunch in a restaurant in the little market town. A family with a new born baby comes in. The baby is parked in a corner. The family settles at a nearby table. The family Jack Russell joins them. The mother pulls out a chair and puts a jacket on it for the dog to sit on. From time to time the dog turns and looks longingly at us, or to be precise, it looks longingly at our food. It is given chicken and boiled rice.
Finding dogs sitting on chairs in restaurants is a very French thing . It is not something we are tempted to try with the PONs.
At the covered market the young beggar has got a new dog. It is very affectionate. His last two dogs died in electrical fire and his girlfriend was hospitalized. Here's hoping this one has a long and uneventful life.
Every dog deserves his moment of glory. Here are two photographs of the dog who interrupted yesterdays wreath laying ceremony. What it must be like to wander in front of a row of serious and unamused Colonels and be oblivious to their looks.
Toulouse full of visitors for the Sweden v. Italy football match. You can tell the Swedes. They're the unshaven blonde ones with blue and yellow viking helmets. Lest anyone be unsure as to their identity they periodically burst into chants of 'Sv-er-i- yeh - Sv-er-i-yeh', sway from the hips and wave their arms in the air. Sweden lose 1-0. The Swedish contingent seem to take this setback with good grace. Would anyone recognize the Swedish national anthem from this rendition ?