To the wine counters in the hypermarket. For a moment thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Aisle after aisle of Burgundy, Beaujolais, Brouilly, and Bordeaux. Used the chance to load up the trolley with ruby nectar. On the way out passed the dog section and bought a fluffy rugby ball for Wilf - tonight we'll expand the party envelope and move from rug surfing to touch rugby. A picture of a PON - suitably groomed - beamed back from the packaging of a tick collar. The bakery counter had seasonal mirabelles and myrtilles gateaux - only in France.
Headline on the front cover of todays paper from Paris - 'A fifth of Americans believe Barack Obama is a Muslim'. Wilf gave me his most incredulous look.