The mistral has gone, good news for the wedding on Saturday. Apparently last year, when Myriam was getting married here, the mistral started just before dinner and everyone froze; then it stopped by dessert and all was well. So there’s no way of knowing whether one hundred people will be comfortable or bitterly cold. But today – hot hot hot.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much