We have a "thank god, we survived" cool drink overlooking a picturesque river, with Maurice and his balloons posing on the bridge. And then we meander around the town looking for a suitable spot to lunch, more opportunities for me to take some shots from the hip, but can that cat look any more indignant?
Also decided that the balloon vendor reflected in one of those discs used to pour wine without dripping, might be interesting. I have a series of bits of shiny pieces tucked away in my camera bag in case I need some reflective material to add a little highlight. Though we have been known to resort to the shiny inner of an empty crisp packet.