Today the newspaper headlines and a lead article on the front page are devoted to the summer phenomenon of the invasion from down under. There is hope that it will continue, this new-found interest in France, bringing with us our shiny dollars.
From our perspective we hope that our dollars stay shiny, but things are not as they seem.
We are convinced that the "influx" is simply the result of a misalignment of the stars. No one here is new to cruising in France. Two or three of our number have been in their second year, but most of us are relics from a time when our dollar was very tarnished indeed. It seems to be just one of those strange co-incidences that we have all simply arrived at the one spot at this time.
None the less, we smile and talk to the crowds that come to see us, and assure them all that more are on their way, which is exactly the case. The round of social engagements has become relentless, we are starting to wonder why our countryfolk are so gregarious. Why can't we all just sit quietly by ourselves like so many boats we observe wearing other flags/
Ron and Robin arrived a couple of days ago and have been moored beside us. In a moment of weakness we collectively decided to visit Metz next week, turning our backs on our celebrity here, so tomorrow, when they least expect it, we will slip quietly away.
Or maybe we'll just find somewhere quiet to simply sit and read.