Bastille Day

Of course this is not a bastille, but the town hall. The town was draped in flags today, this being the national holiday, though there didn't seem to be any parties going on. After the excesses of the night, we were all slightly broken today (some more than others) and after a short discussion on whether hair of the dog leads to an inevitable slide into alcoholism, we all had a nice cool glass of rosé wine and felt much better.

Having been up early with a rather poorly Conor, I headed off to bed later to catch up on a bit of sleep, before a fine barbie dinner and a slightly earlier night!

Backblips for the last few days are:

Tuesday: Dull view

Wednesday: Bunch of wet cyclists