The sun had had his hat on

It was another festival yesterday - festival des hermits? - where young people wear white shirts and black bowler hats, paint on a black eye and follow the brass band about the town, drinking as they go. In the evening they have a party which they are good and ready for. Jolly noisy; lots of plastic cups lining the streets this morning.

Which was rather good as me and Fiona and Simon (see below) were making quite a lot of noise in the garden - bet none of the neighbours heard us :)

Had a very good night - thanks for your erudition and humour and sheer joie de vivre, m'dears -

 Market back up to speed - bright and noisy and packed - quite wonderful. I spent most of it in the patisserie chatting with Peter Dunn, because I could. Had the honour of introducing him to Beike; he has worked with Joseph Beuys and she has worked with Louise Bourgeois. (For an artist this is like, I dunno, hanging out with Leonardo. Only better)