It was seven and then it was nine. The morning disappeared in attempts to pay for some Ebay deal online, which failed because the things have changed. Rush up to the church to fetch the car, and drive down the the Cheemin du Rome to the corner of the Rue Gouffier to wait and to pick up the lady of the house.or the cave.
It was a short drive to Montoire to meet the man called Mick. Leave the car in the car park by the communal music centre.Return to the Gerb d'Or for the first of four cups of coffee. Have conversation and a few more cups of coffe. Then pay for them, after having gained some knowlledge of electric scoooters.
When collecting the car observe the girls from the local school running aroung the park in the rain. The runners are always paired with a cyclist. Both the cyclist and the runner are very wet. Then they stop and change places. The cyclist continues running and the runner cycles along beside her.
A strange sport.
This is all followed by a meal at a Morrocan place, couscous and lamb, very nice. The vegetables are boiled watery.
And then return home in the rain, and start to edit the pictures rrom the last few days.
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