There was a minute's silence at midday outside the Maire. As we stood lost in our thoughts, the "glas" or death knell sounded slowly and with solemnity. For those who wished there were candles to light before we dispersed. I found it particularly difficult not to let the tears roll as my on personal loss was touched by the collective emotion.
I was glad not to be going home to an empty house; instead I joined Sophie, Eve and Karine at the bar for a bottle of champagne to celebrate the end of Eve's radiotherapy. Solidarity between women who've had to confront this damn challenge but who know it's possible to come out the otherside.
Weather:
21°, blue skies
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