Me and Captain H had an early RDV with the tax office in Limoux, gulp - armed with every possible piece of paper, we got there neurotically early. Breakfast in the Grand café, pastries from the boulangerie opposite and down a bit.
the unnerving answer is, nothing... we were early to the office and the tax man saw us immediately. He was bright eye-d, wearing shorts and a tasteful tropical shirt, sorted us in seconds and bid us a good day.
We were so shocked, Capt H allowed me to go alone into my favourite store Super U where I spent a tidy sum.
I always forget how bewitching Limoux is, how helpful and graceful the inhabitants. 
Curious low-tech furniture abounds in the cafes. adding to the air of welcoming charm. 
Its a mere 24 degrees here, sunny and pleasant. All good :)
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