Hope you get to sleep that off Mick, but it's well deserved.
Today I shuffled into town, shorts, T shirt , panama hat, John Lennon shades and thoses confounded sandals that one can keep stepping out of.
Town is crazy now, height of tourist season, huge traffic jams and frustrated people partout. August in the south of France can be merde.
Chanced upon one of these :
http://www.sidebikesud.com/album-2041283.htmlwith trailer, but parked illegally on the footpath. Curious, I had a good shuftie, not my cup of tea of course, but interested in everything mechanical. Satisfied, I started to leave the scene when a black Renault Clio starts honking the horn (a nonsense situation on two counts a fri**en Renault and black, in this heat) and I spy the elderly biddy at the wheel is ranting and gesticulating at me.
Now I am off to town because Coffee is waiting for me in l'Express bar, and I was sort of dying for a pee. What to do ? I considered just walking on, but decided if a confrontation was coming my way, I had a bit of time to spare. Over to the biddy's window I shuffle, she gave me full broadside, all barrels. "You can't park your 'moto' there" she fairly yells at me. Now I decided I had lots of time to spare. "Why not ?" I asked . She replies "That is where I park" she retorts , getting fairly animated, the heat of the day possibly getting to her. "But it is illegal to park on the footpath" I reasonably explain, to which she snottily ejaculates "Well then you should not park your 'moto' there then". "Ahh, but it is not my moto" I soothingly say and shuffle away.
Old biddies who can't stand the heat and don't realise their womanly wiles have long since expired really piss me off.
Kev