It is the most beautiful summer’s day I have seen yet in Salies. The sun shines and lightly burns the skin, the sky is an almost painful blue without a cloud in sight and a light fresh breeze blows; there is no humidity. I take to the Jardin Public late, after chatting as is becoming the custom with the internet love of my life, Doug. It is eleven o’clock before I even take poor Salomé out for the morning duties. The quiet of the day, its perfectness hits me the moment I set foot in the street. Continue reading