I didn't see the house last year of course but it evidently was practically a ruin. This year it had become an elegant French house, with one floor built around a small garden. It was exquisite, and a fine of example of the life behind the door. French streets and house fronts can look shabby, neglected, even rather soiled and off-putting. But behind these is where the French live, with elegance and grace.
Later in the day we did some window shopping, and had an excellent dinner in the place St. George. After, a walk along the Garonne to close the day. There were many, many people relaxing on the banks of the Garonne.
(PS. Also stopped at Barclay's to straighten out the credit card issue. It was totally unlike a bank: no teller windows, just a receptionist and some offices. We met with a 'personal' banker, who discovered that for some mysterious reason, my card had been cancelled. However, the account was in good standing, and appropriately reflected recent transactions. I was also able to arrange to have the mot de passage reset and confirm that travle and car rental insurance was covered by the card. By the way, 'personal' was not entirely untoward. She had introduced herself via email several months ago, and had a reconrd of our correspondence.)
This is not a French song, but much of it is sung in French. (Ok, a cheap post, but it brings me up-to-date.)
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