Mathilde's Goats
Three inquisitive goats stood on the windowsill looking in at me as I wandered sleepily into the kitchen after a bad night. I'd slept in and feeling guilty, poured two mugs of coffee and took them outside. Mathilde the gardener was sitting on a wall staring at her phone and smoking. The goats were her pets and she brought them to work for company. She was a friendly woman in her forties whose sad and almost pretty face brightens readily when she sees you. The first day we met
