It may not seem like much

BUT it is part of the joy of living here. Wandering around the village doing errands, talking to people, feeling the cool temperatures.

First stop...the post to mail my mother-in-law a letter with photos.

Next stop was to buy fresh baked bread for lunch. The yeasty smell filled the shop.

The signs are wonderful as well.

Not only is there the smell of cakes and bread baking depending on which boulangerie one passes, but roasting chickens. The juice is especially good. Maybe we'll get one on Sunday.

Checked to see if a Danish friend had arrived but she won't be here until later this month, but had a lovely talk with another Danish couple renting their house. Argelès is still Copenhagen South in the Summer.

Needed to buy a condolence card. The mother of the retired green grocer on the street died. My regular card lady hadn't opened yet.

I went to the libarie for the card but stop to talk with the "yan" or yarn lady depending if it is said with Bostonian accent. We talked a lot when I was in my knitting craze, which has passed. She has the most beautiful buttons. I would like to buy them anyway but that's kinda of silly.

A stop for fresh veggies for lunch. I also picked up toilet paper at the supermarket and ran into a friend to chat with as well.

Last stop was at the crypt (see doorway in church) That's the tourist office where my writing pal works in the summer.

Then walking home, the two Slovakian teens on the street were playing badminton, only they use the electric wires strung across the street as a net. "It's a little high," he said in English.

Where was Rick? He had a date to photograph Remy at Bartaveille as he made the chocolates with the restaurant's logo.

Now back home to normal writing, Max Keiser, lunch, writing before dinner at friend's.

As I said, it may not seem like much, but it makes me so, so, happy.