If cruising to a schedule isn’t on the list of greatest sins one can commit, someone should do something to make sure that it is. Why else would one forsake a perfectly lovely, SHADY place on a crystal clear sparkling river for a pleasant but exposed concrete and asphalt lined cauldron which would send the temperature on board to something approaching what one imagines one experiences if one’s sins are significant.
If it hadn’t been for the cool, moist shade of the restaurant courtyard and the equally pleasant cave-like respite that the space below the bridge provided we may very well have had memories of Ranchot far different from the pleasant ones that came with us the next morning at a time calculated to have us once again under shade before the heat of the day consumed us, but not of course before the baker opened for business.
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