After a summer of what could only be described as discontent with the weather, a good old fashioned heatwave has hit, suddenly and without mercy. I don't know why in the old measurements one hundred degrees was considered to be hot, but with the city temperature hovering around the mid thirties with no breeze, we can confirm they had a fair idea of what they were considering.
Without notice the thermometer on board reached the mid forties this morning, and our hopes for enjoying it here suddenly become hopes for survival!
Air conditioning units in the town unused to working on the cooling cycle didn't seem to be making any difference at all.
In the middle of the day, the entire population of the city seemed to be huddled under whatever shade it could find, waiting for night to fall, but in the middle of the day night is still ten or eleven hours away, so there is a lot of huddling to do.
We have discovered in the course of the day though, that huddling under trees is one thing, but absolutely the best place for a huddle, is under some trees near a fountain.
If it's good enough for polar bears, it's good enough for us.