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Sunday, June 30, 2013

To him who is in fear, everything rustles.





Madame Bay makes an appearance in the ' Wild Child ' voiturette. '' Too dusty to do anything " she says without a hint of irony.  Kitchen windows flung open, Radio Nostalgie turned on , a cup of coffee poured . Bob and Sophie tickled and cooed at . Sophie's going to the vets tomorrow so she gets extra attention  . '' Well , you'll never guess what's going on ?  " says Madame Bay settling comfortably at the breakfast table. It seems that after 21 years the mayor has decided to retire. '' The stress is getting too much for him ".  The mutually loathing Village Fleuri and Beautiful Byeways committees already planning to field candidates . Divisions, in this village of 67 inhabitants, 65 excluding us, already taking hold. 

Radio Nostalgie is having a Sunday morning hour of ' love and passion '. To get their listeners in the mood they are playing Italian crooners of the 60's. Madame Bay heads to the dishwasher , cup in hand, swaying to the sound of a smoochy Italian ballad. '' Nobody sings like that these days " she says approvingly. Today she's in her Pride and Prejudice outfit. Copious amounts of  net curtain tied at the waist by a green velvet ( dressing gown ? ) cord. The paisley pattern turban held together at the front by what could, from a distance, be mistaken for the Kohinoor diamond.

For lovers of Italian music this is the song to which Madame Bay was swaying.