Brouillard

We never got to see the sun at all yesterday — or much of anything else, for that matter. The temperature stayed cold as thick fog — un brouillard épais — enveloped the area. The first picture shows the view from our kitchen window yesterday afternoon.

Walt went to the open-air Saint-Aignan market in the morning to order our bird for Christmas — un chapon de pintade — and he reported that the atmosphere was even murkier down in the river valley. We live on the heights, up a steep hill far above river level. Meanwhile, in the afternoon our back yard looked like this.

I'm not sure we'll see the sun today either. I'm going to make a Spanish-style tortilla for lunch, with a green salad. The Spanish tortilla is a potato omelet — not at all like a Mexican tortilla. I might have to go down into the village to see what the fog's like down there, and to pick up some fresh bread.