Apart from gentle company, the sunshine, the great food, the sitting on the verandah looking at the pines and the palms, the listening to the birds in the tress and the watching of boats rocking in the port, the greatest pleasure here in the deep South West is the variety of cafes where, for the price of a good coffee or a vin rosé, you can sit for an hour and watch a very diverse world go by.
B. was just commenting that it was so quiet in this place; you never heard people shouting in the street. Just then a fight brewed up in the corner of the Rue de General de Gaulle. A family group were offended by the actions of a man parking his car.
Much shouting and one man had an attack of noisy pavement rage, throwing his arms about and shouting. His wife started shouting. His young son started wailing. His friends tried to stop him becoming more angry and destructive. The boy wailed more.
Gradually they pulled him away and the man got in his car and drove away.
Peace returned and the sun kept shining.
It’s never boring in this place.
Wish you were here.