A fine day after a wet night, and not nearly so raw. Good work done, as we were again undisturbed. The coffee shop run by the Belgians seem to be going all right. Of course, they charge a bit too much, and I am cutting them down. The café proprietors in the village are angry at custom being removed from them, and the Maire [mayor] came about it, but I said they had the chance of supplying the goods, and didn’t take it. Of course, they haven’t got the things, and are only intent on selling alcohol, and many men would never go inside a café, and they wouldn’t start a food or coffee bar away from the café.