No coconut ice cream in the supermarket . Chocolate , Creme Brulee , Pecan , Stawberry. You name it . Every flavour under the sun bar coconut . A hasty retreat to the 24 hour store under the arcades for the family fellows favourite treat . While Wilf settles down under the table with a bowl of water , yours truly observes the sudden burst of construction activity at the old pilgrim hostel on the corner of the square . The two old ladies who wanted central Paris prices for the building have decided to renovate the place . Two new shutters have appeared at ground level while modern double glazing peers insensitively out from the top floor .
It rained on Saturday . Faced with inclement weather the judges for the ' most beautiful village ' competition have delayed their visit . Yesterday, the mayor and the old farmer were to be found using the extra time to further beautify the village green . Several large tubs of nicotina now enliven the path to the front door of the church while a trail of geranium laden troughs are perched perilously on the old widows garden wall . Voila ! A potemkin village of clashing colours . ' The font ' helpfully observes that eleven of the twelve geraniums so expertly planted outside our gates are the same colour .