Here's Bugarach, the local sacred mountain, being benign. After a very hot day the evening was cool and calm, lovely.
Carcassonne called yesterday. We trooped off to the Prefecture in the hope of swinging Phils permit de sejour. Without rendezvous. Cunningly took an email for the previous meeting which was a couple of months out of date as he'd been in hospital, which we explained to reception. There were no queues on the door, the guard let us straight in, reception said take a seat - five mins later, he was processed. The fingerprint machine was broken and they said don't bother.
Left the building in shock. Lunch (with Richard and Alison) was on Phil :)
Not all in the garden is lovely though. Saveria, friend to us all and sage of these parts, has nerves trapped in her neck and will be operated on next week. She teaches yoga to the elderly and infirm - most of us - and will be out of action for three months. Candles will be lit to ensure a successful and pain-free op with a speedy recovery.
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