Having taken a chair out into the village I sit in the hot sun. The wall is part of the Chateau fortification and is leaning out topped off by the heavy stone cross. I sit by the bungalow of Janneau, who can be heard grunting very loudly behind me as he attends to some manual labour. His sister arrives in a car with her husband and grandson. She has bought cakes for him wrapped in blue and white paper and comes across to see what I am painting. Janneau's sister likes the blue tinge of the paint and tells me about the blue pigment made in the nearby town of Lectoure. Angela tells me that Janneau is an extreme right wing supporter and the sister had once ticked her off for presenting him with a bottle of Ricard after he helped her with some heavy lifting. He has problems with alcohol.
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