Saturday, November 11, 2017
3 American ladies.
Sophie heads off with 'The Font' for a power walk round the lake.
Bob and Angus head off to the little market town.
We park under the old ramparts near a sweet little house with a balcony and a roof covered in pigeons.
On the next corner a rather run down building with remarkably fancy carvings ( pillars ? ) around each window and a strange zig-zag pyramid like decoration to the front wall. I guess it's 1890's or thereabouts. Must have been quite the thing in its day.
It's market day so Bob is kept on his lead. Various stall holders recognize him and call out Bonjour .
We arrive at the picture framers. Time to deal with a most unPresbyterian picture of a Saint we acquired in Rome and two prints of Scotland. The metal screws that the prints hang from are rusting and have stared to eat into the paper.
While Angus and the framer talk, Bob explores the framers workshop. Various customers wander in and out and offer their opinion on frames. Bob, thankfully, is not in a 'christening' mood.
Dog and master head off to the bar for a coffee, a bowl of water and a shared croissant. Three American ladies ( who have read about the bar in the New York Times ) look at Angus and Bob and remark loudly that a dog in a bar could only happen in France.