Cabane

Francesca can talk the hind legs off a donkey.  She talks while she climbs the narrow spiral staircase to our yoga attic under the eaves.  She talks while she ferrets around with her mat and her blocks and her blanket.  She only stops when the lesson begins and silence is what's expected.  From there on in, I have a view of her commodious backside which thankfully also remains quiet.  

We took the winding roads to Fenouillet de Razes where Gabs Early had made a fine lunch.  Over the course of the afternoon his mother and he only had one monumental blow up (over boarding schools)

The heat has subsided and a storm's brewing.  I took to my Cabane with a book and a gin.