A clear , cloud free sky last night so it's decidedly nippy when we head out this morning. Sophie sees a ginger C-A-T in the barn and gives chase. Ginger C-A-T clambers on top of a pile of logs. Sophie stands at the bottom of the pile and gives vocal expression to her displeasure. What the villagers feel about having their Sunday morning slumbers interrupted by a howling PONette doesn't bear thinking about. The family diva is encouraged, hastily, indoors.
When it's light we venture out again. Thankfully, ginger C-A-T has headed off so there are no repeats of the PON chorus.
To the bakers. The bakers wife is up and about early. A gaggle of boisterous little ones surround her. She's setting up a new window display but smiles, waves and opens the door. Her husband has been busy making chocolate Christmas trees.
I order a Buche de Noel. This will be ready on Christmas morning. I am told to come and collect it at 9:25 am exactly. The bakers wife tells me her order book is nearly twice last years levels and she has had to institute 'delivery slots' so that the Buche can be boxed up and ready in time. This increase in demand can be put down to the recent influx of work from home Parisians who, despite finding themselves in the sticks, are determined to celebrate in style. 'They know how to spend' she adds in a tone of voice that is both accusatory and delighted.
Advent song #14 from a masked and socially distanced Manhattan. This church has the most amazing architecture :https://youtu.be/E07AWEFptAE?t=2523