11pm last night, France in a fever of excitement over the liberation of Ingrid Betancourt and other hostages, me sweating in bed because it's a humid 30C inside the apartment. 4.45am this morning, we're awoken by the lovely sound of thunder and rain. The promised respite has arrived, all the windows are open and the temperature indoors has dropped 7 degrees. Still very humid though...
The heat inspired us to sample the outdoor piscine du Rhône on Tuesday evening, for the first time in six and a half years. A nice, cooling swim, even if the pool was crowded with thousands of other lyonnais with the same idea, and the changing rooms full of noisy jeunes.
