Sunday, 2 November 2014

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roar from the engine of a japanese mini digger from outside the cave, passing by. The cave’s electrification is being changed, lights are being placed along the path outside.

The rough ceiling in the cave is illuminated dimly by the light from the cave entrance, son is up and about comes and pats his fathers head.
Go to bathroom wash the teeth brush the hair
Good morning all.
Outside is a beautiful day, a lovely morning, however you wish to describe it. It is almost the end of Oktober, and it is as warm as an Irish summer. This is unusual weather, even for France, where, according to the French, everything is better. 
listen to the radio from next door, loud and parliamentary british. Nine in the morning there, ten here.
Go next door to the owner of the cave  and chat.
Walk through the village, son in tow, and buy a baguette from the baguette dispensing machine.
The bakery shut long ago.

There is a troglodytic bakery there, but only as a historic site, a museum.

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