Between the Weeding

I may have mentioned the French habit of the two hour lunch (typically from noon until two). Yesterday, this delightful tradition was followed with a rest in the hammock to read another chapter of A Year in the Merde. [Lest ye think I am lazy, a functional purpose existed to avoid the heat of the day as I had been in the sun about four hours by this time.] Fortunately, I have been in the countryside long enough to catch some of the humor, such as the reference to dining at a Casino when the power is out. A breeze was blowing, the roosters were crowing (cock a rico en francais), and I was reminded again of the delight in reading outdoors.