Why do they always park next to us? T.V. on until eleven-thirty. Then rearrange the interior of the van. Leave van at thirty minute intervals to smoke right next to us. We have a roof tent, in case you hadn't noticed! This morning John asked the Dutch lady not too smoke so near to us. Her response. basically do one. Fortunately, soon after they left. The husband looking a little sheepish. In the community centre adjacent this morning a ladies exercise class. One lady outside managed to smoke a king size cigarette in record time before entering the building. At least her lungs were warmed up ready. Each day we hope the weather will be kind. Yesterday morning shorts. This morning long trousers.
We didn't set off until late morning, after walking into town to buy a baguette and taking yet another look around streets familiar to the local people, but interesting to us. It was cool and misty. As we drove church steeples stood ghost like amongst villages we knew were there but could not see. Today was supposed to be 22 c and sunny. We hadn't signed up for this. However by the time we arrived at Moissac, the murk had cleared and the sun burst forth. 22c and sunny.
As forecast. As with all the other towns and villages we have visited recently, we have course been here. Twice before in fact. Moissac is a UNESCO site.
The abbey with its striking carvings as you enter, a stopping off point for pilgrims walking the Way of Saint James, of which there were a few today. A walk around town and the charming canal side, stopping in the Street of Artists to watch a glass blower at work.
We'd have loved to purchase a couple of items from the shop, but were worried they may not survive the journey back home. Once again the French dominate. Around seven a man from Belgium arrived and parked in the bay next to us. Oh God. He has a satellite receiver for his television. Not again please. We were O.K. though. He greeted us by waving a cuddly Scottish highland 'Coo' he'd bought whilst travelling in Scotland. As you do. Angela tactfully mentioned last nights Dutch couple, and it soon became apparent we had nothing to worry about. The Aire here is on the site of the old public swimming baths. Let's hope they filled in the pool beneath us properly, or it'll be 'goodnight Vienna' for us and Marge!
