My favourite square

I went into the market today but Mrs TT had already finished the shopping. On the way, I met several people and was detained for exchanges of news. I particularly like this little square which is hidden in the middle of the steep, narrow streets of the old village. The tree was cut back to its stump a few years ago and has regenerated amazingly. In the winter, the square is a sun trap and you can sit out even when it is cold. Today I have the condition which the French call 'heavy legs' after yesterday's exertions but I am more or less fit to go again tonight under the floodlights.