Marescot

 A second visit to the Marescot café,  the host from the cave felt ill waiting in the queue for the bakery, so she went ahead and sat down there.

In the bakery, bonjour Monsieur, bonjour quatre baguettes et un baguette cereal, Merci madame Merci Monsieur, that is the way it goes here. There are only two people allowed in the bakery at a time, hurry to pay, Merci Madame, au revoir.

Leave the bakery as the next customer slips in through the door, everyon so polite, everyone just a little bit impatient.

Next door in the cafe, there is the host at her small table, we sit together and chat. She is feeling better again, that is good. The young man with the mask arrives and asks as to what the wishes are, deux café, d'accord.

Watch the reflections in the glass, people, those standing wearing masked, those sitting all unmasked. Outside the terrace, at a small table there, a young woman with a strange white veil in her hair. She looks spanish, perhaps they are spanish expatriats. But the spanish veils in that style are black. It is hard to tell, it is easy just to wonder.

Look at the reflections in the window, there are decorations behind the glass, an old coffee maker and an enamel advertising sign. There are the other guests in the window.

Take a picture.

Talk about things, then the coffee in the little cups is finished, it is time to go.

Stop to talk with people at the edge of the terrace. Take one step back, look up, see that there is sky above, not awning. 

Remove the mask.

The people at the table all burst out laughing, the one touches his head and grins. There is not really a regulation that masks are to be worn under the awning, it is just an assumption.

Walk around the square, pass the golden gerbil, there is the car.

Hang the mask upon the lever for the indicator, and start the engine. 

The next stop will be Super U, the local bigger supermarket.

This is the last day in France but one, there is another week of of holidays and then all will be done. There is work to be done at home.