
Nuns!

Nuns!

The view from our kitchen, this morning. Meanwhile, on the TV, terrible footage of rain-borne havoc back home. Makes Provence seem unreal.

Today was our first full day in Provence so, as is customary, I went in to the village early to get croissants, pain-au-chocolat, newspapers and other prerequisites of a civilised breakfast. The first sight I encountered was of a film crew filming one of those casually glamorous French presenters outside the most elegantly dilapidated premises in town.

Truly, you couldn’t make this up. What a country. I hope Sarkozy doesn’t ruin it.

Jesus Green and the Cam, this evening.

It’s funny to see where people choose to do their computing. Photographed on the banks of the Cam this evening.

Interesting to note that the road-tax disc is out of date.


An isolated individual tried the 007 Roger Moore look.

The boys favoured the stretch-limo-sopranos look. Also a cliche from popular culture.

Engagingly hysterical scenes outside the Cambridge Corn Exchange tonight as revellers arrived for my daughter’s Leavers’ Ball. It was interesting to see how many of the girls had managed to transform themselves into replicas of the kind of people normally seen only in Hello! magazine.