Not a cloud in the sky. The town workmen have had a vote and decided that it's too hot to be outside. They sit at a long, shaded, tressle table in the market place and drink wine . It's ten thirty in the morning when we pass them. One crate gone, two full crates still to go. The workmen are already 'happy'. By lunchtime they'll be flying . The mayor is less happy.
Passing the bakers we see a man in a pixie hat with a pointed beard sitting drinking a Coke. The hat has a bell on the end. He looks like one of Santas elves on vacation. A touch of Disney in deepest France Profonde. There again Disney elves don't have dreadlocks and smoke 'roll your owns'.
42 yesterday. More of the same today.