Sophie is having one of her 'mornings'. Chasing a shrew ( unsuccessfully ) in a drainage ditch is not conducive to a good hair day.
Bob sits on his stump seat looking through the gate and guarding. Sophie guards inwards. The tike and his brother head off early on their rasping motorbikes. Their mother must be delighted they're out of the house.
Is it me or does Bobs new summer buzz cut make him look like a Wookie in Star Wars ?
Pineapple coated in chocolate sponge in the bakers. Not a great idea at seven am. We pass.
Some horrid Quinoa snacks at the supermarket. This is the sort of thing 'The Font' will enjoy.
The Monday morning flower market. Bob joins me. Sophie can be overwrought by the sights and sounds so stays at home. Hundreds, probably thousands, of acres of sunflowers all around but in town they're being sold as table decorations.
A boat from Germany arrives in the canal. It has window boxes.
It's early but on our way home the Toulouse stations play this three times : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9-4xHVc7uk