My normal Monday morning activity is to drive to Mirepoix, have breakfast, then walk 34 kms home while Gay shops around the market then drives the car home.
Today, which is the last day of a very short visit from our Canadian friends Margaret and Jim, there is no walk. But we still went to Mirepoix, a must for visitors to the area. A shame it was raining, but I was quietly pleased not to be walking for five and half hours in it.
Of course, within one minute of us being back in the house, the sun was making its first efforts of the day to break through the cloud and rain.
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