Fresh

 I'm actually cold but there are those in today's market who claim that it is 'fresh'. Not unpleasant; though weird not being able to make plans, as the days may hail, storm, bake or take any combination of weather imaginable.

Our guests left us a couple of nights ago and we missed the Festival of Wine at the Relais Occitan in favour of a quiet night together in the cafe formerly known as the Ty-Rex. There we caught John and Margaret who were possibly hoping for a quiet night too - not a chance and what fun it was to catch up in relative peace.
Since then we've done nothing but lie around.
The Festival du Vin was apparently a triumph with dancing in the square - before the rain came -