It's pitch dark at six am. Not that this bothers Sophie who is keen to get her day started. There is a strong wind blowing and the power goes off as I come down the stairs. Angus lights the candles on the library table. This requires finding a box of matches in a darkened kitchen. No easy job without light. Angus stubs his toe. No sooner have all the candles been lit than the power comes back on. Sophie, being an inveterate diva, imagines all this to be part of some daybreak fun designed for her. She rushes over for an ear scrunch.
The road to the greengrocers the busiest I've ever seen it. After last years pandemic lockdown half of France seems to be on the move to clean up family grave sites ahead of All Saints Day. Chrysanthemums are flying out of the florists forecourts. The radio has a long story about Britain and France arguing over fishing rights. I'm often told by folks who should know better that nowhere else on earth are there two nations do dissimilar. That's nonsense. By history and geography the Brits and French are like cojoined twins. Linked together in a common body but each determined to highlight their differences from the other - no matter what.
In the greengrocers the 'exotics' counter is looking suitably exotic. Angus has never seen anyone buy anything off the 'exotics' counter and finds it hard to believe that there is healthy demand for such things in this ultra conservative corner of France profonde.
The dead flowers in front of the Halloween display haven't been changed. They become ever more dried out. Angus can only assume that the dead flowers are part of the display that is supposed to remind pomegranate and pineapple shoppers of the temporal nature of life.
A new product on the dairy counter. Meringues and double cream. A Swiss import. The price seems steep for a small pot of double cream and half a dozen tiny meringues but why let cost stand in the way of a Swiss sugar rush ?
A collection of chocolate Santas has been put next door to the Halloween display. French retailing never takes a break. Halloween segues into Christmas without pausing for breath. Having bought the meringues and clotted cream there is no need to buy a chocolate Santa .... today.
Time to turn the volume up. The faces of the other orchestra members always says so much :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKmtxNL4V2I