It's Friday, so...

.....Josette hangs around the moulin, waiting for the peacock hour.

I bring her upstairs and pour her a glass that she'll never drink because she talks too much. 

I've taken to sitting above the canal at every possible moment. I've even started smoking the odd cigarette so I can justify my five minutes on a high stool just watching the water pass beneath me.

She could have sat by the fire, but chose the window and so it was that we got into the stories of those coming back from the river and those going down to the river from the town.