It was overcast and threatened rain this morning, so not much fun for our visitors A, T and their two children. Undeterred by minor inconveniences like driving rain they headed off to Nimes for a look round the arene.
Nimes is where we also headed to see a couple of doctors. Consultants in France seem to behave differently to those in the UK. For instance they will hand write, or type their own prescriptions and they dress very casually. The cardio, who was running over an hour late, was wearing a black shirt, black jeans and what looked like black boxer's boots. We also had to pay him cash, he didn't take cards, and he whipped the cash off his receptionist's counter and stuffed it in his pocket as he walked past. The rheumatologist, who was older and a bit more patrician like, was also dressed casually but a little more conventionally and took his fee himself right there in the consulting room after handwriting a couple of scripts. As usual, the overall medical attention was good, with both doctors being careful and thorough and left you feeling well cared for.
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Whilst reading about a German woman driving down the stairs into an underground station, because she mistook the entrance for an underground car park, I came across this, which really made me laugh. Maybe the French aren't such bad drivers after all.
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