|Driving through gloom...|
|the merest hint of brightess in the clouds is greeted as a surfire sign of the south..|
|the sun breaks through on cue as we near the Bouches de Rhone border.|
We took an evening stroll towards the river. The grassy banks were dotted with poppies. Swallows swooped and dived above the river hunting for insects. It is not possible to stay frazzled for long on evenings like this.