The fishing season has started - it's cold and the wind is sudden and fierce, which may account for the few fisherpersons' out and about. Here's a token market cat because it's cute, belying its murderous nature
And here is darling Erika, saviour of Sundays - dispensing coffee to the deprived and isolated. On the steps of the Cafe du Pont were Pete'n'Nel, Norbert'n'Louise, Kat, Rose... and below, Katerine, a newcomer to Esperaza. She has come to us from Arles, bought a house beyond the Stadium and is Norwegian in origin. Welcome to her. General view is that she'll fit in nicely :)
Alas, on the strength of this photo we'll have trouble recognising her again. Please reintroduce yourself next time we are together, Katerine. And let me know how to spell your name.
Other news is both devastating and not. It's NOT devastating because it's all sorted; the malefactor is in the psychiatric hospital in Limoux where it is assumed he will rest a long time. The devastation was unfortunately very real - slashed tyres, broken windscreens, windows axed, statue broken. All occurred on Mont Marot in the little cluster of houses above Esperaza, badly affecting Norbert and Louise and Anton and the other inhabitants of that hitherto paradisiacal hill. The damage occurred over three nights and proved difficult to contain - the police needed proof of the identity of the axe man, although they knew who it was - eventually he was caught in action. And no bones broken. Allelujia.
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