The French start working.

After a period of a few days of inactivity celebrating Pentecost, the French are back to work with great zeal.  This morning we were woken up by bulldozers and cranes making their way into our street.  Niko is overly stimulated by all the action.

The French "make the bridge" anytime there is a holiday in the middle of the week. If Thursday is off, why bother with Friday and they throw in Monday for good measure.  But when Tuesday comes, they work like fiends, barely stopping for a break.  What a Country!  Here are a couple of pictures from our apartment where an enormous crane is lifting large bundles of wood.

I wish I could have been able to take a picture of the older man in his seventies I saw today.  He was wearing crapi pants with spadrilles and walking with a cane.  He looked very stylish and sedate but when he hopped on a motorcycle and went off I had to re-consider my original assumptions.