This week there was no messing about; the weather was fine and it was off to the market for us. It wasn't busy and one of the cafés was closed for the winter break so we found that the Brits from the village had migrated to our regular haunt. We caught up with Michèle and Henri and rather than have an apéritif there, we were invited back to their place. Lunch, of course followed, which included a galette and today it was Michèle's turn to find the charm and be crowned Queen. Just after 3pm we'd finished our coffee and as Henri was starting to nod off at the table, we took our leave so that Christian could do the same.
Weather:
16°, bright sunshine
Of Note:
A cargo ship normally carrying animals docked in Italy with over 350+ passengers, mostly (middle class) Syrians, including unaccompanied children. The crew had blocked the engines and abandoned the ship, which if the authorities hadn't intervened, would have cast up on the rocks. Can't think of any other word for it than "barbaric".
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