There was an ethereal quality to the view surveyed by the statue of Cyrano de Bergerac as he peered down into the 'old' town through the swirling mist drifting from the river Dordogne this evening.
The little covered market was putting together the final touches to the orders for tomorrow nights Christmas eve dinner - the réveillon - or 'wake up' feast traditionally served late in the evening and frequently after mid night mass.
Little 'hampers' of cheese.
But everywhere seems calm and peaceful. There's no mad last minute rush.