Today, the temperature hit 35 degrees in the shade out here to the west of Paris. 

Having learnt to adapt well, the curtains remained drawn (we don't have shutters), the fan turned non-stop and we kept the heat out.  The hitch to my hibernation being I needed to venture out,  to deposit my princess at the one thing that would be hotter than the pavement in Paris on a summer afternoon.....a pottery studio where the kiln added to the oven affect of feeling like a baguette browning in a boulangerie!

Safely dropped off, I had a couple of hours to return to my hibernation before I was required  to collect one warm and toasty little potter.

After the heat had finally climaxed and my little baguette was ready to bring home, the hour arrived with  the much sought after turn in the temperature. We took the chance to venture out, to watch the sun slip away without feeling scorched. It was our own little corner of paradise, ducklings, butterflies, wild flowers and an air thick with the fragrance of wild mint.

The only thing lacking from the day was ice.  Unable to make enough to keep up with our demand, it puzzles me why in France it isn't sold in bags at the corner store or gas station.  Seems like a great 'Start up' for a young seasonal entrepeneur, don't you think?