Summer is coming....

But still the baker needs his wood to fire the oven. I woke yesterday at about 6am to hear alot of noise outside the window. By the time I got up at 7, the bakers were already bringing in the wood. I'm not quite sure how it gets delivered, but the two bakers, besides looking after the baking bread and serving customers, got this all cleaned up and stacked inside the door, in about 45 minutes.

And today, I walked downtown to get my haircut and stopped at B'Cosse to give Gavin my recipe (Brïta's really) for Tarta de Santiago. We had been in there a few days ago and he's come up with a chocolate gluten free cake for those who can't eat the delicious scones he makes. So I thought he'd appreciate the recipe and he did, as he was certainly aware that the Chemin de Compostelle goes right past his door.

After the haircut.....I know it looks the same. The hairdress called it 'plongé' as

 it angles up at the back and I look très française.....I walked down through the Place de Comèdie and through the Antigone to the River Lez. They are having an Extreme Sports Competition. From what I could see, there is water skiing and wakeboarding, but no boats are involved, just a fast powered zipline to drag the person along the water and up and over ramps. 

There were also skateboards and lots of rollerbladers.

With an ice cream under my belt, I got halfway home and then took the Tram the rest of the way to get out of the sun. The only available seat for me on the Tram was the fourth of a 2 facing 2, sharing with three guys who would have been anywhere between 18 and 25. Hard for me to tell. All well groomed, all with their ears plugged into music. The guy beside me was holding the end of a joint so that he could light up again as soon as the tram stopped. The guy across was quietly into his music but it was the guy diagonal from me that held my interest. As soon as I got on, he flicked his lighter and burned off, what I can only guess, was a loose thread near his crotch. Why else would you hold a lighter to your crotch? And then he continued to flick the lighter on and off as he seemd to be melting a bit of the back of his phone and so he smoothed and burned and smoothed and burned. And then he let the lighter burn for about 10 seconds and then held the hot part of the lighter to the inside of his wrist and then checked to see how badly he had burned himself. Clearly, the other two guys thought this was perfectly normal behaviour for their friend as they made no comments. A very weird tram ride.