Think Chirac and some coloured chalks ... but the snails will have to do for Frenchness.

I wish I had my camera.

Steve has taken it to England so he can give me a visual update on the state of the garden. (The verbal reports have not been good.)
But I really needed it this morning to capture a rare sight. Some of my market stallholders have painted French tricolores on their cheeks and foreheads in support of their football team. Some look a bit sheepish, others can't stop smiling - it's a big improvement.