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The day dawns (OK, for us dawn means 9:30am) sunny and hot. We have a lazy, do-little day, wash clothes and hang out on the balcony and read and cuddle and bask in the warmth. Ralph devours Philip Pullman's Northern Lights with enthusiasm in a couple of sittings. Trouble is now he's going to have to wait until we get back to the UK to carry on with part two of the trilogy. So far on this trip he's read Julian Barnes' A History of the World in 101/2 Chapters and Peter Carey's Bliss, and has enjoyed both. Lenore reads Andrew Miller's Oxygen clad only in a bikini. So no pictures today, unless you're interested in Lenore reading Oxygen in her bikini, which I'm sure you're not...