Not much to say so this will be short.
Whereas in Barcelona it was noticeable that women were in
non-traditional occupations in big numbers, here in Aix things look
a lot more like at home. Waste collection workers, cabbies etc are
all men.
My mother have been a fine French cook after all. The boulongerie
where we get our bread has hot dogs (high-end hot dogs but hot dogs
nonetheless) rolled-up in croissants. My mother did a version of
this when I was a kid with Pillsbury 'crescent roll batter in a
tube'. Sometimes with a bit of Velveeta cheese. One or two of those
and a beer a nice lunch with a bit of nostalgia thrown-in for good
measure.
Photo of such a lunch HERE.
Geri spotted a new kind of Dink yesterday: the Dink Street. Need a
photo before we leave. NEED a photo.
Lots of well-heeled (literally as well as figuratively) middle-aged
men here and the bikes to see around Aix reflect that. My BSA 441
fantasy is nothing compared to the 50's Guzzis, 60's cafe BMWs you
see here. A fair number of them too.
Photos of a demo by a lawyers' union HERE.
The City has a “Mediation/Securitization” service. Kinda like
warm and fuzzy police. More info on the service HERE.
Slow day today but very restful. The Granet Museum (so-so).
Vietnamese lunch. Nap soon, then dinner. Tomorrow Vicki and Geri
amusing themselves here in aix; I'm off to Marseille for a May Day
rally. Photos to folow of course.
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