Corvées

It's a day off. Which means a visit to la banque. As they only do certain transactions at certain times of certain days - this all seems bewildering and uncertain to me but "this is France darling" - we rush off to settle these chores toute suite. And there's a whole pile of shops to get round before they also close for the day - and right when I'm admiring some pretty bottles, I'm whisked away to the next magasin.

And then there is moseying on up to Jean Claude and Sue's for dinner - Jean Claude doesn't last too long and is off to sleep shortly after dessert - so we feel obliged to sink the remainder of the nouveau Beaujolais and then beat a hasty retreat ourselves. It has of course been a long and tiring day.