Rain and Snow do not happen often in the South of France, but when it does, it does so with vengeance, like a mad dog after a sneaky cat. Since yesterday morning it has continuously done one or the other; Rained cats and dogs.
"Yann, what can I write about today?" He is curled up with his laptop by the fire, slowly he stretches scratches his head. He looks up at the skylight blinks his eyes; "You can write about the rain."
Like a starving dog being thrown a bone, I jump at it, yes! "Yes! That is perfect!" Yann looks at me doubtfully, wondering if I am about to scratch his eyes out, or if I am about to lick his face like a puppy-dog! I dart over to the cast iron, cat and dog I bought years ago at a small flea market in Nice.
Yann shakes his head, "Only you could connect something that fast!" Well they do fit right into the scheme! A cat and dog from Nice watching the rainy day pass by...