Monday, December 17, 2018
Makeshift gibbets and Christmas Song #14.
5:57 am. Bob wanders into the bedroom to stick a cold wet nose in my ear. Sophie remains curled up in her bed until she hears me in the hallway. Then, quick as a flash, she's standing by her brother waiting for whatever excitement the day will bring. For good measure the family diva emits a shriek of delight. For humans 'just another Monday morning'. For PONs the start of the best day ever.
Paris may have had a respite from the yellow jacket protesters but not here. The gendarmes were out in force stopping cars.
At the motorway toll booths there are effigies of Macron hanging from makeshift gibbets ...
.... and the burnt out shells of passing cars that have been stopped and set alight by the protesters. There is a large sign that somewhat philosophically says Revolution est l'evolution.
At the bakers we have our morning croissant ( which is ever so slightly past it's best ) and buy two small Buche de Noel. The bakers wife is in a good mood this morning. I show her the photos of the burnt out cars on my i-Phone. She tuts loudly and tells me that after five weeks of this she is ready for everything to get back to normal.
Christmas song #14. A haunting number sung rather beautifully by two ladies ( and two men ) in black : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWTdLD5w92c