Sophie stays at home to supervise 'The Font' preparing lunchtime langoustine. Bob flies into the back of the car. He has the whole space to himself. What luxury !
We're off on a mano a mano trip to the bakers.
The family fellow is given a carrot stick. He thinks this gives him a Churchillian air. I suggest that the yogurt under his chin detracts from the image he'd like to project.
On our way back we stop just long enough for a quick dash down to the waterfall through the sunflower fields ..... and quickly back. Men in dark suits in Beijing call to wonder if it's unusual for a Secretary of State to be instructed on their travel plans by Tweet. Angus has to say that a new normal has supplanted the old.
Can't seem to get behind the paywall on this although it's probably the best cover The New Yorker's done in years. The MAGA sticker and the shotgun on the Ford contrast brilliantly with the family putting on life jackets ( the little fellow getting a prudent double knot ) to go canoeing. I've never framed a New Yorker cover before but this one says so much about the world :