Roofs in the rain

I dashed around the two market stalls that bothered to turn up in the torrential rain.  At least the fish van turned up.  That resulted in some English/French banter with the fishmonger about this afternoon's rugby.  My case was strengthened by the intervention of the Dutch salad stallhonder and a  Polish friend, both of whom know little about rugby but were only too willing to take sides to enliven the debate under the umbrellas!