Sunday, January 6, 2019
We have no idea whether the gilet jaune protesters will be blocking the roads today. Just in case we're out early. It's cold but without the heavy frost that's been coating the grass for the last few mornings. Loic has been coming twice a week to collect up the leaves but the trees are now completely bare. He'll go back to coming once a week .
Sophie strides ahead. Usually she trails behind her brother but these brisk mornings stir something in her DNA and she races along. Alternatively it could simply be that she walks quickly to compensate for the cold ground under her paws. The sides of the little lane are carpeted in pollen from the plane trees. This quickly covers the PONs legs.
There is a moment of chaos as we head off to the bakers. Bob has decided to make himself comfortable in the back of the car. His front paws are in 'her' spot. Sophie makes her displeasure plain by throwing her head back and howling. People who think dogs only 'bark' fail to comprehend the richness of canine language. The PON dialect is particularly rich in nuance. Sophie's communication skills are in a league of their own.
The pretty girl who serves behind the counter at the bakers brings us not one but two croissants. Double helpings of the curly ends make this a great day for Bob and Sophie. Todays croissants are as near perfect as one could find this side of Paris - light, fluffy and with that hint of sweetness to the dough.
The last of the Christmas rituals. Gallettes de Rois for sale. A commemoration of the three wise men that survives amid 21st century bustle. Madame Bay will eat her Gallette with champagne. The Old Farmer and the Belgian Lady will wash theirs down with cider. The person lucky enough to find the 'feve' in their piece of cake will wear the crown.
Seems the TSA will be hiring more floppy eared dogs :