As for the x-ray fiasco, well the fact that a month after I went arse over tit in those gorgeous but extremely inconvenient shoes and still can’t kneel down meant that I was sent merrily to my nearest ‘Centre de Radiologie’. The knees were duly x-rayed and as I suspected nada was broken. My final diagnosis was to give up praying!
And so to the Transport Strike. Now in reality I like walking across vast tracts of
Here are some photos from last week’s Fete de la Vendange. I walked to that; I walked up the extremely steep hill gladly; twice.
This guy was providing entertainment before I even got to the Fete.
There were all sorts at this Fete.
Like I said all sorts.
And lots of entertainment.
And then these started showing up all over the place.