Mud wrestling

The sister pair of my black suede ballet flats from StyleSnob. Another bargain. I guess I was not expecting to be wading around in orange (!) mud, touring a construction site in the pouring rain this weekend. These shoes are SO not the right choice for that. Fortunately, the rain dried up by this morning, so the shoes survived.

I have been preparing for the whole house-purchase-business by reading Peter Mayle's novel, "A year in Provence" these last few days. Although his experiences date 20 years back, I guess we might have to endure some of the same. Being - at least mentally - prepared, always comes in handy. The bureaucracy in France is pretty extensive. And as soon as you are done with the paper work, you need to brace yourself for the next phase. Waiting for the building work to be finished. They might come today, they might come tomorrow. OR in three weeks. Oh well. We will cross that bridge when we get there. Hopefully we will find somewhere that does not need to be torn down and built up again to become decent. Looks promising so far.

Have seen five places so far. Of which two could be possible alternatives. House hunting in France sure has its benefits, though. Last night we had a nine-course dinner at our hotel. Tonight we have visited Cannes. Where I did some superfast shopping at the local MR (30 minutes, beat that). Followed by our mandatory visit to our favorite restaurant in Cannes, Astoux et Brun. Jumbo prawns and "sole meuniere". I can not wait to become a regular at that place.