Lesley can't come for lunch today or tomorrow, Hans, her German neighbour, has guests until Tuesday, and I assume she has the 'overflow' in her gite. Pity - we've had many recommendatiions to eat at the Hotel de la Gare. It's cool enough to stay here for a while and do some serious cleaning but not beyond Sunday. MWNN headed into town for a haircut and has just returned with 'an appointment' at 12.30. The nearest baker is a Banette baker who has introduced us to new varieties. Madame recommended the banette aux lardons for MWNN's petit dejeuner and, on being asked for the classic fruit load, produced her own speciality which contains raisens, apples and nuts - not nearly so full of fruit as the bakers in Auxonne, but delicious with yesterday's afternoon tea.
MWNN and I walked to the Place de Greve, overlooking the Loire, where the first night of the Music Festival took place. We arrived just as the local country dance troupe ended their final piece. Killer Terrier begged to be lifted up so that he could see the proceedings over the crash barrier (little short arse that he is). The dance troupe made way for the 'Rock Band' who, having opened their set respectfully with an old 'Cream' number, quickly deteriorated into 'French Pop'. Killer Terrier became bored, despite the 'hip hop' practicing going on beside use on the promenade wall.