Although I'm often in Rodez around dawn, I'm usually rushing across the Bourran viaduct to get to work after dropping my daughter off at her high school.
Last Sunday, though, I had the unusual opportunity -- yes, I'll call it an opportunity -- to be in Rodez before 7:00 am on a Sunday morning.
It's a very quiet place at that time, and the cathedral looms even when it isn't illuminated:
A surprising number of cars were out and about, perhaps because at least three buses were scooping up passengers for outings, including my daughter's to see an opera in Toulouse.
Only two businesses had opened their doors: one of the town's larger bakeries and a tobacco/press stand.
Not a single café was serving yet -- of course how many Ruthénois really want to be seen in public at 6:45 am on a Sunday morning?
The city was timidly opening an eye; some say it never entirely wakes up on Sunday. Perhaps it deserves a day of rest.