Glenn's new slippers

Today we rode 87 km (that is the return distance) to the market in L'Isle sur la Sorgue so Glenn could get some slippers that might protect him from the occasional scorpion (quite small) that lurk about our entrance and sometimes our bathroom. It was downhill all the way there, although some were not able to take as much delight in that as they ought to have on account of the nagging realization that the trip home would be all uphill and of course it would be much hotter by then. Fortunately, it is cooling down here and it only hit 31 degrees today. For two days now Rosanna has said she has no intention of being on her bike at 3:00 pm and yet she has been in exactly that situation on each day. Tomorrow she is determined that it will not happen. We shall see.

Almost everything is closed up around here on Sunday, so we had to make do with a sandwich (and Coke or Orangina!) at a bakery in Carpentras before tackling the worst part of the climbing. Rosanna cooled off for a bit in the shade and I carried on to the fountain In Malaucene to wait for her, where I saw one of the few serious female cyclists to be seen in an area that is simply crawling with riders, and the only one I have seen who was riding solo (i.e. not with a boyfriend/husband) -- of course Glenn and I are sometimes mistaken for being "together that way". Yesterday we had matching bike colours and coordinated ensembles when we rode, and then donned the same casual clothing (polo, shorts) and courier bags to head to town for the blogging activity and beer drinking. We think we saw a French stag or something like it. There are a couple of pictures here relating to that.

Now we are heading home to forage for dinner. I have offered to make a mac and cheese. Perhaps we will finally eat the melon I have been taking out of the refrigerator each morning only to discover that Rosanna has returned it. I think it must be consumed soon and now we have no choice -- melon or starve. I will make sure Glenn gets the "tranche de la reine".