Saturday, 20 June 2009

Down the road, early evening.

At the corner, we meet old Hélène, and walk back together, at a snail's pace. Molly is unimpressed, but I'm brought up to date on several matters of local gossip.

2 comments:

Bee said...

Sometimes the talking bit has to take precedence over the walking bit!

So sad, really, but we are all glued to our computers . . . we keep talking about walking, but still the day wears on and NO walk yet.

Lucy said...

Yes, I know. Partly why I keep this up, paradoxically, it obliges me to get out, but the walks are often quite short. But midsummer, really, we should be out you know...