Folks have been posting from various nothern hemisphere climes that they "smell fall." On the Riviera fall comes late for being so far north, something that continually suprises me. Temperatures are still in the high 70s during the day and it has hardly rained since late July.
Yesterday, though, it did rain. Enough for an early morning scramble in the garden to pick up all the chair cushions and close the top on the 2CV (dang!). The afternoon was more clear and we decided to take the kids for a walk to the Village (Little Guy: "chocolat chaud! chocolat chaud!")
Boo wanted to run!
We ate late-season blackberries growing on the side of the road, chatted with acquaintances as they drove by, walked all the way down to the village, visited an art exhibit, the empty church and found ourselves on the central sqaure for the second time that day. It was early evening, around 6:30pm, and the post-rain air was cooler. A wind was coming up as the light waned and I noticed that people were wearing jeans or long-sleeved shirts. Gone were the skimpy, sunlight exposing, clothes of only a week ago. I promised a treat and though we didn't have hot chocolate, I bought an orange juice to share and a glass of beer for me. However, the beer needed something. A good, hot plate of fries. Not exactly Riviera but so what? The evening called for it.