'The font' , complete with freshly installed crown, arrives home at midnight. Eight hours late. The French air traffic controllers have gone on strike again. Over a glass of champagne by candlelight we wonder if there is any group of workers anywhere in the world that strike as frequently as the French air traffic controllers. Something must be annoying them.
Six am. The power comes back on and with it all the lights and appliances that were running yesterday. A day of calls to the wonderful people at Electricite de France beckons . The romance of life in deepest France profonde.