Happy Birthday, Pierre

There were lots of cars at the market this morning but not so many people which was a bit strange, not that we were complaining. It's so much more enjoyable when you don't have to fight your way around in the heat. This weekend is the worst of the summer season with hordes of people on the roads on the way home from holiday and even more on their way to start theirs. Juste and Josephine invited us over for a swim and an apéritif before lunch but we ended up staying for lunch and getting home at about 5pm. Just enough time to get ready for a guitar recital that was held in the church. A virtuoso Danish musician/composeur who is visiting friends nearby played for just over an hour in the church. A nice change from the boom boom of disco music. The gereral verdict of our party was that it was technically excellent but the content was too much of the same. By the time we arrived home it was apéritif time and as it was Pierre's birthday we opened a couple of bottles of champagne and chatted away until it was time for bed.