Some trees, some exercise and a screaming row

Here's a picture I took this week from my friend's balcony, looking out over the rooftops of central Aniane towards a hill. We're both fascinated by the trees on top. She's walked up the hill, I've taken lots of pictures of it. She lives right in the centre of town, about a 3 minute walk from here.

I have done other exercise though - I've joined a gym class, which is interesting because of course it is all in French and I don't understand a lot, what with all the music and the jumping about. However I usually stand right behind the 'prof' (I think she thinks I am trying to hide) and I usually manage to keep up. It was funny at the last lesson - right in the middle of a complicated prancing about routine she asked me a question. I have to really concentrate during these routines or I totally lose it. First I looked around to see if there was someone behind me (and four and three and )- there wasn't ( and kick and turn) so i tried my standard response - a look somewhere between panic and blankness - (to the left - no, the right ..) Eventually with a bit of help from one of the other exercisers I finally realised she was asking me if my muscles had been sore after the last class (they had!). It was a bit awkward but then it was also good that she included me even though I'm still struggling with the language.

Oh, speaking of language, I'm sure there was some choice language used just before the gym class. Another dance teacher had mistakenly thought she had booked the room at the Foyer Rural (like the village hall) and her class was under way. It fell to the genial old chap who has the key to tell her the bad news. Up he went and a full-on screaming match ensued. At first I thought it was a drama class but no ... eventually he came back down again, red-faced and needing a cigarette. The other teacher took her time, and when she did appear, it all started up again! Oh how I wished I could understand, I'm sure I would have learned a lot!! After a few minutes it all seemed to be over, and we went upstairs and started our class. Quiet little town? I don't think so!