It was quite funny today because one of the regulars at our little beach, Anna, saw me with John and immediately commented that I had a "new husband"...I replied he was my cousin but had to laugh since
"cousin" when you are in France often means your lover. I'm sure Susan and Alan remember that when we were picking them up in Marseille Airpot that we also ran into a colleague of Jim's who was with a man who we assumed was her husband. They were on their way to Paris and looking very happy. She immediately said without missing a beat....no, mon cousin....ah oui...les Francais.
Not a glorious sunset tonight but a bit of rain and some greyness and clouds...nice for a change.