Welcome to the south of France

It was a gusty, cat-snuggled-on-the-bed sort of night. We got off to a late start, and when we got to the market it was after 11. The few traders who'd bothered to turn up were quickly dismantling their stalls in the spitting rain, so we swiftly visited the fishmonger and a couple of vegetable stalls before beating a retreat ourselves. Home by the fire for the rest of the day, incubating the no doubt Ryanair induced cold.

Yesterday is garrulously backblipped.