glorious day off

Margaret, Kat and I took a day off to draw together.  This involved breakfast, coffee and lunch and lots of free-range ambling. Started at Quillan market and checked out the newly sited English library (which we all joined - now 20 euros for residents but they do a part-timers ticket for 10) Its open 10 - 1.00, Tuesday to Sat., in a building by the Pink Palace.

The sun was strong and a delight to bask in. Its as if a switch had been thrown and spring arrived  -

A bit of shopping later and lunch at a cafe in Limoux, one in the square - very nice - thence to the Musee des Automates where we were welcomed as artists, given folding chairs and left in peace to get on with it. It was eerie; the machines all creak and groan as they move and the owners had created the music that goes with the show. It's lit in weird ways and the fabrics on the machines are metallic so lots of strange visual effects; the constant slight movements all around are both comforting and creepy.

Dear John had decided in our absence to make an evening meal so went home to drop stuff off before going to theirs and lo!! Oswald is up from his hibernation - to the chagrin of Jess who followed her around, sniffing. 

John did us a spag bol and tarte - the latter bought in a supermarket before he remembered he hadn't got a box on his motorbike. He wouldn't say how he got it home. Mike and Hilary and Glen and Kat were there (Roland has gone away) and songs were sung.