...and the rest. As our isolation circumstance is ameliorated, slightly, the rain is constant so no frolicking about in the streets without paperwork for the Esperazannaise.
Yesterday I took shelter at the back of the Museums on a conveniently placed bench, having visited the memorial to the wars. Presumably the Mayor laid the wreath in splendid isolation on May 8th. So sad, as pretty much all the local families are listed as sacrificing one or several of their young men - the laying of the wreath is usually a well-attended ceremony.
Restrictions being lifted here mean that the hairdressers have opened. Er - that's it.
