We have a group of artists staying with us doing a painting course. Great fun. We went with them to Evron market today where this grinder was plying his trade. I have not seen him before, but I am told that he is now there every week.
Here he is. There are three sounds, I think. The murmur of gossip in the market, the noise of his little 4-stroke engine, and the swish of the knife on the wheel as he sharpens it.