Orders.

A hearty Bonjour from Sophie who has been up and about since 5:45.

We head off across country. As we walk Angus talks on the i-Phone to a Manhattanite about inflation, Belarus and Kyle Rittenhouse. The Manhattanite would like a meeting in New York. Non-committal noises are made. It doesn't seem like a great time to travel.  Austria is closed down, cases in Germany are surging and the Dutch police have fired on anti-Vax protesters. A trip back to the London dentist to have the interim crown replaced and a new, permanent one, put in place will be travel enough. 

Sophie and her master detour to the bakers in the little market town. The bakers wife is alone in the  shop. When I say alone I mean she's surrounded by five hyper active toddlers. She is just filling the display cabinets with todays offerings as we arrive. A peach flan is recommended. 

The alternative is an iced raspberry, blueberry and violet sponge . This is a difficult choice to make.

We opt for the peach flan but also take two small raspberry, blueberry and violet cakes to try them out.

Angus asks about Christmas orders. ' You'd better get them in over the next couple of weeks. We're snowed under already'. It seems our remote and unfashionable part of France has seen a wave of house buying by Parisians. Being remote , sparsely populated,  unfashionable and law abiding the department has one of the lowest infection rates in the country. Estate agents have had their best season ever and the incoming Parisians are stocking up for the festive season well ahead of time.