Glorious Sunday

Market was packed and drenched with sunshine - 20 degrees, it was said - here is the cafe du Pont from the inside, where Kat and I sheltered from the crowds. Realised that the market is some kind of test, where you have to try and remember the names of anyone you have met over the course of any number of events in any possible permutation of  social and/or professional occasions. 

In a minimun of two languages

 Heres another date, hidden under the balcony of the house next door to the Maison de Riviere, the home of Roy and Jo; where I learnt today of the death of Jo's father.

 Commiserations, Jo - so sad for you. Wretched, loosing family.
Those who have experienced it will be feeling for you. Come back to us soon. XXX