Le mercredi est la tranquillité autour du marché.

Away from Saint Pierre (on him was built a way so ridged, brittle and unworthy) Maison; a few clouds and a fresher breeze spell a day with a change in the spirit of the heart. Stepping onto the bus from Bourran to the city centre feels a little erroneous: I can't accept openly not walking anywhere and everywhere. My legs ache therefore I buy a bus ticket.

Surely a Jazz, Blues or Rock festival would become tedious very shortly?

Before Columbus etc what did we eat in Europe? Tomatoes, potatoes, squash, capsicum, etc ... The French are food crazy, but the food is all local and bountiful at this time of the year; celebrate the fruits of the Sun, Earth and Moon - they were in a union last night.

Coche - a sow who has been allowed one litter prior to crrrr. Rodez market square Place de Bourg on a Wednesday. The next square - Place Eugéne Raynaldy - has vestiges of a Roman Forum; the Romans were very much in Gaul.

Local Cerises (black cherries) are piled up next to Gallo and Cantaloupe melons from l'Herault.

In Rodez there is the sweet smell of success: this town is a centre for all the fayre produced in Averyron and, I think, a lot of the stuff made in the Aubrac. Lots of evidence of the agricultural based economy here.

A coffee, maybe two, - café Expresso longue - and then the Musée Fenaille. The market is finished by 12:30 so I will buy some bits for the al fresco goutter.

It is July the 1st and people leave the market heading back with baskets brimming with variegated vegetals, cherished cheese and murdered meats: such a shame that factor.

The museum opens at 10 am. I need a toilet but not a 'whole in the flaw'; only a petite tinkle.

In older times the whole area about here was known as Rouergue.

Once we thought we could put meaning into an object - to give us more identity - and then we were on the road to destruction. Nothing that isn't for a purpose has no value to a society struggling to eat, but it says we with bounty are suddenly lacking something more: an answer to the ancient question: why? The first salesmen and women must've gained a specialist diet - seen as more refined - which was probably harder to maintain over the course of a life?

One of the core delusions from prehistoric times is the value placed on the body once it was no longer breathing. Burial chambers? Why build a house for a dead body ... we can't let go to those we lose. Too much grasping. The objects suddenly had a life beyond the internal and exploded a world where value was only externally represented. And wars began as a jealousy sprang from where a commune had existed prior. Then 'I am' begat 'I think therefore I am' the core error. What happened to 'we are'? Did people stop smiling at the wonder of it all as the became "I, me, mine"; were we always so invisible and divided from each other?

In the beginning was the word and that word was 'I'. Then eventually , in the age of reason, it followed 'think therefore) and now we're in the age of loss of reason (or of no reason) - distressed by the loss of the concepts of 'I', 'I am' and 'I think therefore I am'.

No, this is not it! You have to see the world through your own eyes. It is the only way out of the trap for each and everyone of us to step out of the intense spiritually dead darkness. It's not transitional. It's a fundamental shift in perception. One moment you are like a dog that begs to have it's tummy rubbed. Next there isn't a dog, tummy or rub anymore.

Time for a beer, then a bus back to Saint Pierre(a total coprolite of a person). None of this mountain of things makes any difference. Imagine our saviour expecting us to play along to a crazy waltz everyday? It is not true: all you thought about was sex!

Une bière artisanale - Brasserie d'Olt, Bière blonde (double fermentation) at 7% from Le Grand Café, Place de la Cite. After a gyro porc from the market I am ready for a siesta; it is going to scorch this afternoon.