One day sick as a dog, next good as new.
All the signs of summer are starting just as we are about to leave. Julie is delighted because she looses energy in the heat while I love to bake like a lizard.
A group of Americans came to the restaurant in the morning for a cooking class and we joined them for a long lazy lunch to eat all that they had prepared. I am going to miss these spontaneous surprise gatherings.
Last chance to visit the paradise beach so I took it. Must have set a record time for the walk because the iPod was set to an album by the Killers with a driving beat. Along lazy float in the sea, much easier with my larger behind, was followed by soaking up the late afternoon rays and a little exercise helping the lifeguards get their boat up the beach, you never know when you might need them. Then someone came over and tried very hard to chat me up! Flattering in a way but I had to let them down gently with persistent firm refusals, he finally left with disappointment in his voice, quite a cute guy as guys go. For a while there I was wondering what I would have done if it had been the right kind of woman in that situation. Probably the same answer, partly because not having any practice this century out of practice hardly starts to describe my condition.
Just time to get back for a quick shower before the local people who had pictures to collect came for a meal. What else?!
Midnight and the last have just gone home. All that remains is to spend some of the proceeds on a few cases of wine, throw everything else on top and head off north towards Conques.
May not be connected for a while...