Hands that do dishes as soft as your face…

Saturday is market day so off I went to find A who was already there swinging his baskets. We went around twice, collecting prunes, quinces and courgettes amongst other things. The baskets got heavier and heavier. Then we went back to L’Enfance de Lard for coffee and croissants.

I spent all afternoon writing, which is a good thing n’est pas?

This evening I was employed washeruperer in the restaurant and four hours passed very quickly keeping up with the constant stream of dishes, plates, cups and glasses – oh and pouring drinks naturellement. Tomorrow the flea market comes to town. I hope they have a circus.