Sweaty metro weather.

It's been swelteringly hot here for the last few days. Steve emerges from the metro in the evening looking drained but still continentally stylish in his pale linen suit and blue shirt. Last night a fellow passenger in a sweat-soaked shirt leaned back towards Steve and the moisture rubbed off onto his hand. YUK!

I, on the other hand, don't have to go near public transport for my daily needs. The market round the corner is packing up as I write but I'll wait till 15.30 when there's a lull at Monoprix and when the butcher has just opened.