Sunday, August 14, 2011
It doesn't take much .
Peak tourist season . A French national holiday on Monday .The cafe in the square full of early rising Dutch and Belgians trying to have breakfast before the heat builds up. We head off to try a quieter hostelry down by the petanque court .
Italian coffee was always made just right. Here as often as not it's burnt and acrid. This turned out to be an as often as not place . None of this bothered Wilf . He was in seventh heaven . After finishing his bowl of water he was able to head off across the petanque court unsupervised , lead trailing behind him , a definite spring in his step . A mass of lampposts to sniff and christen . It doesn't take much to make an old , blind dog happy . Hope , as he might say , is the only bee that makes honey without flowers .