After Thursday's crazy day Friday was rather calm, except for...

Pat went to the ladies' meeting in the morning - a morning of prayer and I met her at Hotel de Ville to go to lunch with Simon Farewell and Robyn Morison.

After lunch we walked happily through the back streets to the tram stop to get back to the car which was parked at Unitec. We got close to the tram and some spots of rain started to fall. We hopped on.

At Victoire an incident was announced that had stopped trams running between Saint Nicolas and Doyen Brus - basically the bulk of the journey we wanted to make. We discussed turning round and doing a complicated journey by bus and tram or just waiting. Sometimes the incident is cleared quite quickly. As we discussed the skies opened and a fierce hailstorm ensued. People climbed on the seats of the tramstop to get out of the water and we decided to sit it out. "The washing is on the line", said Pat.

Anyway after a while we changed our minds and made a couple of dashes through the downpour (I had my folding mac) and then got the bus, then tram to Pessac. Pessac centre was between bursts of storm. Pessac Alouette was dry, as was the washing on the line.

Saturday there's a major music event in Pessac to celebrate 150 years of the Société Saint-Martin. 600 musiciens are expected at the Parc Razon (town centre) amongst whom are the Pessac Jazz Band. I hope it doesn't rain. Or hail.

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