Provence comes to Abingdon ...

... but it doesn't quite work. There still isn't a hint of spring in the air today. Instead it's raining. And it's so grey. The French market in Abingdon reminded me of days in the sunshine in Provence, with bright light and beautiful colours. It seems so far away. Currently it feels as if the rain is never going to stop, and spring is never going to come. Arrrgh. On the other hand, we found some really good retro CDs on the market, just listened to Sonny Rollins for example...